Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
# E. O8 j% Z- g; I: p& R+ @, P7 pby Wislawa Szymborska

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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
) E" q* W5 G" qEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
% G7 x) y0 B  j; r& s- m  [) }These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
; d1 t) b4 m  f# S5 L- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
- d+ y& s# e2 P  vFor such a long time already
6 l9 {# _5 o7 ~. ^Fate has been playing with them.
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  t1 W2 j2 {3 M4 A9 c0 uNot quite yet ready
9 V* t  y1 S) O3 A: _2 ~5 [to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
3 ]5 N' b" F- i; @& k$ bescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
1 i# C* s2 h( G5 M' O' fundecipherable, what does in matter.
7 H4 j7 x) a: @5 N8 r5 u) iThree years ago, perhaps
# x. L- _1 m" x. zor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
$ s& v+ k1 V6 V( Z5 _, x) oSomething lost and gathered.
- ^$ S2 Q( u! \& OWho knows, perhaps a ball already
. P/ p+ D3 u/ P" S% a3 `6 x2 Pin the bushes, in childhood?
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4 L8 e( j( h/ s# L$ w  j$ XThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
; i7 @6 Q( n: E) z" J4 Fanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
( G4 q3 @5 d: \" ]4 s- b1 A- @( Eleft luggage.
2 L/ X' F) j! B, g1 ?And maybe one night the same dream
/ R2 V, G1 z0 [0 r+ y" X! I( Zforgotten on walking;
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- B$ \! z; Y6 u0 H# ?) ZBut every beginning
9 ?4 V: n" Z0 D* }7 [is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
; V. w5 A9 n) x% t' yalways open in the middle.
/ c, C* O$ u0 `Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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