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."
biegła, ale nie dobiegała na czas i wiersz przepływał przez nią i uciekał. Powiedziała, że wiersz wracał nad horyzont szukając, jak to ujęła, "innego poety". Czasami bywało tak --