I am heading to the Rocky Mountains in ten days. Leaning toward the West Slope, beneath a cool tree in the woods. Ed Abby's spirit curses the Colorado, but he's not here, and a man needs something to hold on to--and there's a headwind of long blue skies, fish in the creeks, and a fine road west from Glenwood Springs. I need a drive. -- Anecdote of the Jar
by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground And tall and of a port in air. It took dominion everywhere. The jar was gray and bare. It did not give of bird or bush, Like nothing else in Tennessee.