for David Lehman I woke up this morning feeling incredibly Gorky. So I made an appointment to see my Doctorow. He said my Hemingways looked a little swollen and sent me to get an M.R. James and a complete Shakespeare. By that time, I began feeling a slight Trilling in my Dickinsons and some minor Kipling in my left Auden. The entire experience was extremely Dickey. I was referred to an H.D., who asked about my cummings. She detected traces of Plath in my Sextons and suggested I might also have some Updike trapped in my Yeatsian system. She recommended that to keep Orwell and prevent inflammation to my Balzac, I elevate my Flaubert once a day.