“‘Each newcomer feels obliged to do something else, forgetting that if he himself is somebody he will necessarily do that something else,’ said Valéry. And Roethke told students to ‘write like somebody else.’ There are those usual people who try desperately to appear unusual and there are unusual people who try desperately to appear usual. Most poets I’ve met are from the latter and much smaller group. William Stafford, at his best as good as we have, is a near-perfect example. It doesn’t surprise me at all when the arrogant wild man in class turns in predictable, unimaginative poems and the straight one is doing nutty and promising work. If you are really strange you are always in enemy territory, and your constant concern is survival.”