In the morning I get uo early in the morning,
My father and my sisters,
They stay in us, all together
We read the wisdom of poetry
Ezra POund wrote as follows:
A book which was causing some clatter about a year ago, and
which has been mercifully forgotten, a book displaying
considerable vigorous, inaccurate thought, fathomless ignorance,
and no taste whatever, claimed, among other things less
probable, that it presented the first 'scientific and satisfactory definition of poetry.'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could really connect to this. A 10