Shakespeare I enjoyed along with Emily Dickinson and Jane Austen. I've never read Wordsworth, Henry James, or Paul Auster. The only one on that list that repeatedly disappointed me and had me getting blurry-eyed and falling asleep was Whitman. I remember finishing "Leaves of Grass" and thinking I was very little changed for the experience. Even the parts that were considered obscene or trashy at the time, I thought were quite tame. I could write trashy poetry a hell of a lot better.