Grammar is dead: but ages ago taught
To write correct English by Dad,
And praised by teachers giving marks.
Poems should throb with
Phrases or clauses like meat
Freshly hunted.
Finishing with full sentences
Like in prose won’t do:
Meaning should sing through words.
I seek blobs of protoplasm,
Raw, and wriggling with life,
For my poetry.
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I would like to translate this poem