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Love at First Sight
% {# Z8 s6 K+ t% r( X. J0 Xby Wislawa Szymborska$ h/ R( @6 U1 z
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, B8 R! q% z. F( |5 OThey both thought4 _0 ]8 \# X1 R R* t/ _. K
that a sudden feeling had united them
, |+ x }; G% x: ?$ ZThis certainty is beautiful,& U3 f+ X8 L, J4 \8 l$ g0 ~/ k
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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' g+ B) ]+ a, q5 |They thought they didn't know each other, `- c N, y' N
nothing had ever happened between them,
r% j% P- G% c0 YThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,' V3 O2 x8 k6 k; l7 e0 y0 g w( d
Where they could have met so long ago?
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1 K8 ~1 D' y# U" \I would like to ask them,
/ [& F( [9 _# T; Iif they can remember -
$ M, c# N5 p0 D; V# s8 ]; [1 }perhaps in a revolving door: n. ~ T; [7 S8 c4 j
face to face one day?9 I( d" V6 s& j J5 r3 s$ K
A "sorry" in the crowd?8 i/ S/ a: s3 Y, P/ H- a- D, s- E
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?& W) q- q- K0 G) z* Z8 l- W2 _
- but I know the answer.
5 u& n- }+ p9 p+ KNo, they don't remember.% i, r* U' F' b2 n
! v$ w# E D B# A# r+ U0 pHow surprised they would be
5 \' _; M0 m! q/ P; w9 ZFor such a long time already9 A" s7 u. @* u
Fate has been playing with them.& R1 V( v: Y4 S6 T7 ]$ p7 Y
( b& j: M! v* b2 D9 ONot quite yet ready5 }! I |; x2 p) s% X
to change into destiny,$ y& M$ K0 L- z( r" {4 j
which brings them nearer and yet further,9 r. T' e3 ~& p4 ]. {- C8 {) Q
cutting their path M+ P3 [ z9 q( Y6 K
and stifling a laugh,: Q. Y9 t' ^# q& d& Z
escaping ever further;; X8 P" I& v4 [- ]0 u/ F& F6 A
There were sings, indications,
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- a& r0 u4 \; \$ n' CThree years ago, perhaps( u- q8 |) C. a, W" J+ H
or even last Tuesday,; p5 V4 I3 q, Y) W, n
this leaf flying
# T) B5 x: R; d/ Vfrom one shoulder to another?
& Q; ^ V6 i; u( K+ BSomething lost and gathered.. W1 n+ C5 x) i0 b d P6 ~. F9 j
Who knows, perhaps a ball already. }. p$ z3 G9 j I0 A
in the bushes, in childhood?
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1 Q- d. B8 B7 w* t/ l& Y: ~2 m6 qThere were handles, door bells,
6 [( B q! r& \& d5 U/ x9 Owhere, on the trace of a hand,
3 h9 a6 s s) D' }! Z% Manother hand was placed;0 g- f$ R5 G4 \
suitcases next to one another in the% c' z) a6 A l1 L
left luggage.
6 k' Y, M2 _# A+ pAnd maybe one night the same dream+ ^9 x9 C0 [" U$ b
forgotten on walking;1 e5 w v$ R/ x; F) l* Q! ^7 j
! A. z. s1 N9 ~" |. {' }6 yBut every beginning/ U5 Y l, U e4 d' l
is only a continuation
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7 L0 A( {/ d. X& f+ t# x& @* ^" dalways open in the middle.. a. A+ j" Q0 ?, {6 K3 W8 ]! v+ t
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
, L8 n; K# M' P+ Z+ @Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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