And she would run like hell to the house and she would be getting chased by this poem, and the whole deal was that she had to get to a piece of paper and a pencil fast enough so that when it thundered through her, she could collect it and grab it on the page.
Viņa skrējusi, ko kājas nes, uz mājām, un dzejolis viņai dzinies pa pēdām, un viss, kas viņai bijis jādara, bija jādabū papīrs un zīmulis, lai paspētu to savākt kopā un pierakstīt, kad tas dārdēs viņai cauri. Dažreiz viņa nebijusi gana ātra,