<prompt> Translate the following text to SwahiliA letter to his editor at Grove I cant possibly go on as a responsible prose artist and also as a believer in the impulses of my own heart and in the beauty of pure spontaneous language if I let editors take my sentences, which are my phrases that I separate by dashes when I draw a breath, each of which pours out to the tune of the whole story its own rhythmic yawp of expostulation, and riddle them with commas, cut them in half, in threes, in fours, ruining the swing ...  <response>: Siwezi kuendelea kama msanii wa prose mwenye jukumu na pia kama mwamini katika msukumo wa moyo wangu mwenyewe na katika uzuri wa lugha safi ya moja kwa moja ikiwa nitawaacha wahariri wachukue sentensi zangu, ambazo ni misemo yangu ambayo ninaitenganisha kwa dash wakati wa kupumua, kila moja ambayo hutiririka kwa wimbo wa hadithi nzima ya expoutation yake mwenyewe, na kuifanya na commas, kuipunguza kwa nusu, kwa tatu, kwa nne, kuharibu swing. 