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."
و از شعر عقب می افتاده و به موقع به خانه نمی رسیده و شعر از او جلو می افتاده و رد می شده است و شعر همچنان به مسیر خودش ادامه می داده و در افق محو می شده است. و به قول خودش شعر می رفته تا یک شاعر دیگر را پیدا کند و بعضی وقتها هم