Modern Poetry in Translation - Getting it Across
My daughter reads:
Billy Blue Hat, was, no, saw, the old, the l i t t l e, the l, the cat in the road. No. the little yellow cat. Yes. the cat nt we, was. No, spell it out. W e n t. Was? The. No. to Roger’s home. No. house.
She flings the book aside and says ‘I hate books!’