Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
( W6 Z6 H( x; _( U7 b1 m- O3 mthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
( o$ a7 @7 I( p3 N. C1 a0 XEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

0 b+ T) M3 D8 d% q7 B$ s. _- sThey thought they didn't know each other,
( ~# u+ c! w# h) s- O/ dnothing had ever happened between them,
6 l* J: f& K# @+ L& h7 KThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
* D% C& q3 G2 G  zWhere they could have met so long ago?

4 h0 R; F/ f7 T4 A5 ?# GI would like to ask them,
# C' M) q, y2 b' Pif they can remember -
3 [0 V9 a. j  S+ Operhaps in a revolving door
- [. ~8 x5 u! j' f% n4 N* v0 dface to face one day?
' k2 g( k2 r' P) d3 l8 {; [A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
2 T  p8 X$ W' G, U- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
4 R- {" m* s+ e# iFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
+ `1 B$ K1 S0 W: [- o4 x0 _cutting their path
" |: |* a( }% m) v2 Tand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
6 ?. ~+ _& l) r8 M& Por even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
5 P7 p1 |' h* [4 h6 H9 pfrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
& N% T7 K  O3 m0 D" EWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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# D% m) p5 e; r) j( gThere were handles, door bells,
6 `( w# i$ n% a& h7 d% B* iwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
! |2 P" x. q4 I% C& Dsuitcases next to one another in the
* Z& f7 J, n9 L0 d: O: P8 L( B6 z9 jleft luggage.
5 n- C: T3 m$ L7 Q8 W3 rAnd maybe one night the same dream
( y' V9 W1 N6 p) |3 b( ]3 E* ?4 K. hforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
0 _6 I* z# ?* A% vis only a continuation
9 f+ l; y6 ^) G! _, }( jand the book of fate is
0 ]2 C9 x1 T( S+ ]8 p" U) ~" h) dalways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
4 y* E, w. S7 \3 R/ U( d: V. p. zTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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