B, C, and F are Young; the others are Tate. The more I think about it the more I conclude that they only share about 50% of poetic DNA. Tate would never have written so openly about our genius for hurting one another; Young allows himself an earnest, autobiographical tone that is foreign to Tate. I'm not particularly impressed with Young, on the other hand. Although more sincere and engaging, he seems much less talented as well. I'm just not impressed by him. Although Tate is repetitive and annoying, there is a real talent there, visible even in short snatches, a bouillon cube for two.