A poet is human, it seems, just like a man.
Roger’s wife Anne has to deal with all these artist types. Her husband Roger is a novelist but he’s had his work published and is relatively established. It’s these up and coming budding new artists that Roger lets in the house that gets Anne ruffled. This is the overall premise of William Faulkner’s “Artist at Home”.
One such poet comes to stay with them and causes considerable more trouble than usual. And of course he is oblivious to any of the troubled waters he’s churning. Yes, at first glance, he is just like all the other poets and artists to Anne – but then she takes a “second look”.
And Roger isn’t oblivious to this “second look”. He just doesn’t care – that’s different.