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." And then there were these times — this is the piece I never forgot — she said that there were moments where she would almost miss it, right?
А иногда она была недостаточно проворной. Она бежала и бежала, но не попадала домой, и поэма прокатывалась через нее и исчезала за горизонтом в поисках, как Рут выразилась, другого поэта. А в другие времена, я никогда этого не забуду, она говорила, были моменты, когда она почти уже упустила свою поэму.