And other times she wouldn't be fast enough, so she'd be running and running, and she wouldn't get to the house and the poem would barrel through her and she would miss it and she said it would continue on across the landscape, looking, as she put it "for another poet."
فانها تركض وتركض وتركض، ولن تصل الى المنزل وستنطلق القصيدة عبرها وستفتقدها وقد قالت أنها واصلت عبر المناظر الطبيعية، تنظر، لأنها تدخرها " لقصيدة أخرى." ثم كانت تلك الأوقات --