poetry vocaroo thread

[Anonymous No.10512350]

post vocaroos of you reading one of your favorite poems. forgive my voice, i'm sick.

https://vocaroo.com/i/s191egeTTzQG

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.