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."
a i když běžela a běžela a běžela, nestihla se dostat včas domů, a báseň jen prošla skrze ni a ona ji minula a ta báseň pokračovala dál napříč krajinou, hledajíc, tak to sama řekla, "dalšího básníka." A jindy zase --