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    dots Submission Name: Wallace Steven's Tennessee Jardots

    Author: azurwarrior
    ASL Info:    44/m/SoCal
    Elite Ratio:    5.03 - 86/85/63
    Words: 164
    Class/Type: Poetry/
    Total Views: 21736
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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       The poem that is being referenced to is:
    Anecdote of the Jar, by Wallace Stevens.

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    dotsWallace Steven's Tennessee Jardots

    Of the of blood spilt
    amidst a new glass left in Tennessee by Wallace Stevens
    unhinged, dull, gray, widemouthed.
    On a grassy hill that arches and bends down.

    If you pick up that jar and listen,
    Some swear that, like a sea shell,
    One can still hear the Rebel Yell!

    Unforgiving tin-types bloody and gray
    Lincoln proclaimed loudly of Patriotism at Gettysburg
    To try to keep the Confederacy at bay.

    (Not for the slaves,
    but for the money,
    if truth be known.)

    The North had their factories for guns and ammo.
    The South had only agriculture, little more.
    (Not even lint to dress their wounds)
    (As was the custom in those days.)

    "Round the hill where Steven's glass lay...
    Surrounded by olden graves,
    shot dead at sickening aim.
    Just for wearing the Tennessee gray.
    And some blue-clad never to see home again
    Yet they stay still.

    Home, slaughtered amongst Wallace Steven's jar.

    Submitted on 2008-01-28 22:35:38     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I was raised in England, where the history kids learn contains so much civil war and general horror that you get anaesthetized; and I was reading a lot of history for many years before I realized what a permanent pain the Civil War must be in the USA ... being the only one, and so recent.

    The image of the jar and rebel yells to be heard in it, if you listen, and the rest of this poem which fleshes out that wonderful metaphor, gave me a sudden impact of what it must be like to be American and have to remember that war. That must be a good poem!
    | Posted on 2008-02-07 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      more views than members lol.

    i checked out stevens poem first before i could say anything.after reading stevens poem, there was a comment about how a jar usualy has something inside it .in his poem it was what was ouside the jar that was important. now you have wote a poem about the jar from stevens and you reverse what stevens meant.your poem is about what you can apparently hear "inside "the jar.a sort of history of these hills, and the blood that was shed there.in the other poem it was about the beauty of the hills. i liked the idea and the poem. (poets used to do that hundreds of years ago answering a poem with a poem.)
    thanks for sharing
    take care
    | Posted on 2008-01-30 00:00:00 | by eyeless in gaza | [ Reply to This ]
      How many views? LOL.
    | Posted on 2008-01-29 00:00:00 | by azurwarrior | [ Reply to This ]

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