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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. Wallace Stevens (1879-1955); is an American poet, whose works deal mainly with the individual's interaction with the outside world. Stevens used sensuous, elaborate imagery and elevated, precise word choice to express subtle philosophical themes. He frequently contrasted the bleakness and monotony of modern industrialized life which the richness of nature. Born in Reading, Pennsylvania, Stevens was educated at Harvard University. He then worked a journalist in New York City before attending New York law school. Stevens was admitted to the bar in 1904 and in 1