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."
e apesar de correr e correr, ela não chegava ao papel a tempo e o poema atravessava o corpo dela e ela o perdia e continuava a seguir através da planície procurando, como ela dizia , "por um outro poeta". Algumas outras vezes,