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."
Y a veces no era lo suficientemente rápida, así que ella estaría corriendo y corriendo, y no llegaría a la casa y el poema la atropellaría y ella lo perdía y ella dijo que seguiría avanzando sobre el paisaje, buscando, como ella dijo, "a otro poeta."