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."
ta jooksis, aga ei jõudnud majani, ja luuletus mühises temast läbi ja ta lasi selle käest ja luuletus jätkas oma teed üle väljade, otsides - tema sõnul - "mõnda teist luuletajat". Aga vahel juhtus nii -