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Love at First Sight
' [! f/ ^/ D/ w f+ f; v- x4 Lby Wislawa Szymborska2 y( Q8 Z- r! N( D( ]; S: b
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1 T* [/ |! q; x- o- s- ~. KThey both thought
5 R8 Q: \6 q5 I1 mthat a sudden feeling had united them
5 ]- N* c3 D4 E. a0 FThis certainty is beautiful,4 w% t6 `& m$ C3 k& }* h; p
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.0 u( \* Z# M7 y1 z6 d" L8 W) a
" \; M1 j6 f6 U1 n" b1 Z N6 _They thought they didn't know each other,4 b7 z6 b% ?# l: W! v. c4 @- n
nothing had ever happened between them,
2 c$ x3 {) `; ~" q. z2 {6 eThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,0 k6 S3 X! k/ ]) m$ i) h
Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,) D5 k! |/ T) j9 M/ \
if they can remember -5 J: n. J2 Z9 ]1 c9 O# C. Z% }
perhaps in a revolving door
1 w d+ Y0 o( C) _; [) }! Vface to face one day?; t( o3 a% D! m$ Q# f9 k
A "sorry" in the crowd?
% m8 h! k. P7 d1 x"Wrong number" on the 'phone? D! W9 W/ T9 ^5 N
- but I know the answer.) v* @' r2 w# x' B; {
No, they don't remember.- s! G) p; ~$ a7 |) K- Q9 e" |5 h
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How surprised they would be
# _/ O( c7 W5 k% PFor such a long time already
0 p! U& o6 J- \% r4 [ dFate has been playing with them.
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7 b( k# b' W. ]Not quite yet ready" g/ n7 w! M- q4 S7 I
to change into destiny, ~9 O/ G2 y5 G
which brings them nearer and yet further,
1 ]0 K$ J1 [5 h% }* D: rcutting their path
4 P0 N/ }1 [; e, {& M; ~9 Nand stifling a laugh,
M, u3 J9 a) F8 Yescaping ever further;' v* A6 G9 G8 l+ V' Z6 w/ q
There were sings, indications,
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Three years ago, perhaps
: S/ v- y) O: h4 B8 [or even last Tuesday,
( c6 f ^4 l6 g, `1 jthis leaf flying1 \9 }) h r% |! }7 R6 Q3 S
from one shoulder to another?# z& T$ e z3 q9 w7 K2 Y
Something lost and gathered.
! d9 Q( t2 T7 ]% a7 D3 d. q: vWho knows, perhaps a ball already3 M" n) t2 p1 ~/ i7 w+ P
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,2 r3 G# d4 ^( B+ ~
where, on the trace of a hand,
, T7 e) Q. o$ ^another hand was placed;
) H8 v% W [! D3 Z% Jsuitcases next to one another in the( b& c6 X5 q- G' X3 U7 o P
left luggage.( F* Q( s K7 I5 W. l" I
And maybe one night the same dream- x$ K: i C* E+ ]1 T* d! d
forgotten on walking;/ b" B2 ~* L% Z
% e/ s6 l0 c3 W$ \5 x& dBut every beginning
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and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren2 Q' u) Q6 h: m( P* V
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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