The poetic ecstasy of life is not found in mastering structure for comfort’s sake so that one can stamp an action or form with the label of “proper.”  No, that exalted poetry is found when structure is used for the sake of illumination, to invoke that wild lift of spirit that invigorates—that INSPIRES.  To all the staid academics and officials who obsess over misplaced grammar, or the idea of perfect formal wear: 

You are seriously missing out.