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."
de manera que corria i corria i corria, i no arribava a la casa i el poema la travessava ràpidament i se li escapava i diu que el poema continuava pel paisatge buscant, com deia ella, "un atre poeta". I també hi havia vegades