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Love at First Sight
# l; K ^4 k, ? L6 Zby Wislawa Szymborska
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) Z7 w6 Z/ B1 bThey both thought1 ]. u3 R. h% m1 [/ I) C G3 ~
that a sudden feeling had united them2 v9 L* k/ K* U/ F4 z# |* P
This certainty is beautiful,
; g$ u' p: l; u3 X6 @% t% L: t$ |Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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' V, Y+ X7 k3 W8 w& _They thought they didn't know each other,
H$ W& g% _" h8 F3 Enothing had ever happened between them,
$ C, A. F; }! HThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,8 @# G+ D# G R: T5 h r5 l- Y( d. Z
Where they could have met so long ago?# ~7 V1 {, G/ [
9 F; {. `3 k& D1 a: x+ @- aI would like to ask them,# ?& u: c4 L C- C4 n5 @9 S
if they can remember -' s+ d, A6 L$ L! w
perhaps in a revolving door
, F1 u# X& n' rface to face one day?) o+ F6 b; m) S% Y& _7 A/ {3 I5 v
A "sorry" in the crowd?
+ i V6 E3 ~6 `5 Q" h0 B7 w4 B3 a; |/ `"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
" B+ H0 \, l/ `* p7 b2 G1 F- but I know the answer.
+ R( {% U% Q, |* e1 X4 aNo, they don't remember.
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6 _: S/ n7 `- q1 ~How surprised they would be0 N& @6 W' d# c/ L* \
For such a long time already
: K/ a1 X( o. @Fate has been playing with them.& i% v% n8 w5 r8 W) i$ ~
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Not quite yet ready" e2 Z7 T9 M) u+ p; A
to change into destiny,8 H8 x! J- @$ E8 l% ]5 n
which brings them nearer and yet further,/ \" t. @9 ?# r: A l# T! B
cutting their path3 u. [ @: S9 s5 K; X- b
and stifling a laugh,: M0 b+ V& [$ p$ q$ P
escaping ever further;
2 r& O$ k* \+ V: m& S( qThere were sings, indications,
4 |, e1 b7 D) x7 e/ Z5 r! {3 Yundecipherable, what does in matter.1 w* J. c- m0 l+ Z7 ` Z; A
Three years ago, perhaps/ Y+ @% T! X: T+ e& }3 ?$ `$ d
or even last Tuesday,: P, n: {6 q4 C' o. q3 O8 P
this leaf flying2 ^- h/ H2 r# b' t/ H$ c, Z" _, A
from one shoulder to another?
# P2 K% v4 y) nSomething lost and gathered.$ D K/ c7 u7 R& \; ?5 j
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
# P: V# q! T, x9 X; k( \in the bushes, in childhood?2 z5 e) I3 J" L
7 Z: S! D0 c2 Y+ ^' EThere were handles, door bells,; y. R/ ]. k/ @5 W2 v
where, on the trace of a hand,
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suitcases next to one another in the
9 d+ x( g8 ~; @" l/ Hleft luggage.: a# n: H; E9 C2 L1 E( n, v
And maybe one night the same dream
& ?8 j( F. y' o3 X% M0 Iforgotten on walking;& Z8 k6 S" `: ]& Z5 a
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But every beginning" w: ~1 _! p7 L8 T: a7 ?! ]* L5 t
is only a continuation% H1 b3 ?( ]% q) b/ K
and the book of fate is
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3 c1 a7 Y- K6 T4 ATranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
( }4 U; {+ l. D( W: [( Y eTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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