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."
og så måtte hun løbe og løbe og løbe og hun nåede ikke til huset og digtet ville passere durk igennem hende og hun ville misse det og hun sagde at det forsvandet videre henover landskabet på udkig efter "en anden poet." Så var der de gange --