‘Odd things, like a button drawer. MeanThing, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuousdiscards. Space for knickknacks, and for Alaska.’ This is part of a poem by the American writer, William Stafford, born 110 years ago today. He is said to have kept a daily Journal for 50 years, but the only published extracts available online