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."
viņa skrējusi un skrējusi, bet nepaspējusi uz mājām, un dzejolis izdārdējis caur viņu, un viņa to palaidusi garām. Viņa teica, ka tas aizgājis tālāk pāri laukiem, viņas vārdiem, "meklēt citu dzejnieku".