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Love at First Sight2 P0 y, Y$ X7 v, g! [) u6 q4 v
by Wislawa Szymborska
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# H, G6 H( y7 f& D0 i" j/ CThey both thought# n& S+ E" z& ^0 V0 H
that a sudden feeling had united them
! O) b* E O: N' `& x8 B2 aThis certainty is beautiful,
: \7 h( _6 q0 O5 a _# rEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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1 C& N& T# V* QThey thought they didn't know each other,
, j. q- c& V+ p9 }1 r, ~+ ynothing had ever happened between them,% |6 ^9 t; H6 y, A
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,2 C# h+ _- N1 e. F; e( p8 d
Where they could have met so long ago?9 r' F, j; H8 Q0 p+ ^
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I would like to ask them,8 b; R5 _* W# s7 J
if they can remember -" A! B: g& {$ M0 }
perhaps in a revolving door2 D; F$ k+ ~7 c2 H8 o
face to face one day?
" d0 f n4 y$ Q) e% H$ wA "sorry" in the crowd?
& B( w8 \2 ?, |"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
I% \/ d- t- B8 x- but I know the answer.
J& Y: ~4 r; Y+ [' v VNo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be) k' o2 Q* s9 h* |
For such a long time already
7 N) q6 J+ P+ `( l6 f$ P4 e. vFate has been playing with them.6 i& p5 H- U8 i# X/ _; ]$ ?3 ~
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Not quite yet ready, o+ c$ z( D" m. i6 T' @8 e
to change into destiny,
: L# u. T/ F9 s7 y, Gwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
0 [; E" A: k' }) N5 `' Z$ mcutting their path
: l: @$ V( a# d1 x5 I; Mand stifling a laugh,
6 H9 P: m: `$ y2 U; t1 Tescaping ever further;! e f$ ] q. Q6 @, h% Y
There were sings, indications,
+ _, x Z3 q1 Z3 x( Sundecipherable, what does in matter.6 }- @; M; n; X$ g- y
Three years ago, perhaps
4 w0 v9 ~! F' D1 d8 Ior even last Tuesday,0 |: }1 c6 u2 L; x2 S
this leaf flying
( j9 i/ r! A7 p$ Y4 b* F. lfrom one shoulder to another?4 Z# T* @: X+ B$ o, \
Something lost and gathered.
8 R8 H% O1 @& G5 v7 x& C" ~Who knows, perhaps a ball already0 K# Y# u/ W g7 ?" y9 e; `
in the bushes, in childhood?
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8 L$ b* Y ^& ]# cThere were handles, door bells,
" R# M4 `9 T. y( Vwhere, on the trace of a hand,/ M& Z4 M+ s" I* t/ Y6 a& p
another hand was placed;6 Y4 f' j R( z9 Z+ q
suitcases next to one another in the; w+ f6 K2 h7 B$ h; V2 [
left luggage.! Y5 t9 A& ]* X0 C4 c, C
And maybe one night the same dream
/ n9 A. a/ @4 u; N2 {* Yforgotten on walking;$ y$ p- H8 ]# S8 ~, j- W; @; a
4 l4 J; g: T/ c4 R. cBut every beginning9 P0 @ u, d3 I
is only a continuation. q, _4 q/ [5 w! q% h
and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
7 ?/ L" ?% [8 ?. U" ITranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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