Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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+ E  o( Z! j; G* u$ NThey both thought
6 a% O$ T, D9 l+ B- lthat a sudden feeling had united them
$ X9 }5 H  A# P* G0 N( ~3 e( @) h% yThis certainty is beautiful,
! p* \/ j. X) ~/ }4 n6 \Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

1 V( c  e  ^2 x$ e7 u# YThey thought they didn't know each other,
, e% P# J. C' l% Ynothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
6 D0 [4 U: o' U; U- cWhere they could have met so long ago?

0 b- a/ e& u1 J, M+ PI would like to ask them,
5 h, E2 C# S  _- C& pif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
% x: E% |2 K/ [" i/ S0 Lface to face one day?
* M; a- E& `0 U6 [& k8 vA "sorry" in the crowd?
, G8 P& r% E# q"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
. \; p5 {% B$ L- but I know the answer.
7 C" Q0 w" m9 }5 W, ]* XNo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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+ X+ O0 t+ x% \) F: uNot quite yet ready
1 w) R" X2 i3 Z" N; u1 [0 n0 mto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
9 s( b) B4 V( I8 h5 Dand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
( u$ m8 g2 |" r" x! g/ [4 |There were sings, indications,
% E" T( Z) N$ a0 z( Q) P9 jundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
2 g0 I# m8 ^' [or even last Tuesday,
3 ^% b1 b- \3 E! [+ qthis leaf flying
: U$ ]+ |4 t+ C! c9 N: tfrom one shoulder to another?
' j+ n! N7 B6 f( qSomething lost and gathered.
% T6 A4 W0 ?  J- O$ FWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
1 ~7 J9 K) b/ yanother hand was placed;
; U/ [8 ~2 J# [  A2 U3 U; W, Psuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

, y  P7 [" S5 [- X7 tBut every beginning
$ s2 @1 U& w& X+ P$ r- x/ |is only a continuation
: S& W% k' @9 U: W; e* @and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
/ h8 v; W- `: ~- `Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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