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Love at First Sight* Z0 f" F N* B) m0 n
by Wislawa Szymborska$ V: [; w+ k& y' W: p# {: w
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They both thought
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This certainty is beautiful,% v' {/ C6 E" Q8 x. w/ N
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
, ^3 _! S6 U0 u7 k5 Enothing had ever happened between them,7 r+ Q) y4 W) l2 B. ~
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,3 g) k3 f7 ~* S
Where they could have met so long ago?6 o; X9 |' R9 c, P
* w6 M4 l, b& X7 K1 P5 D$ `3 @2 yI would like to ask them,
% a: l' `* i3 S" R4 Rif they can remember -
0 l/ E2 a2 g9 J- Lperhaps in a revolving door
5 f7 f$ M4 z, \9 F: pface to face one day?% L7 |* X2 K7 j& A- r/ w' u
A "sorry" in the crowd?) {, G# z! i) B" D
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?# f- K o8 v. ~; {' a7 L
- but I know the answer.! L% b$ {% a% L6 v+ _4 L
No, they don't remember.3 ?0 Y( ~$ @- [9 I% V- G
$ ~+ g9 \2 f S) d8 e" _' F* s9 yHow surprised they would be
8 Q8 @/ l, N! k$ x' RFor such a long time already
. A. W" [$ Q2 C5 nFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
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which brings them nearer and yet further,* r4 X+ \: U" _* s, k% [ @6 ~- e& O9 _
cutting their path
5 g; p8 m( D( c2 N& `and stifling a laugh,! ~# G# V* n7 V* i1 ?" Z. T
escaping ever further;
; E+ H+ R0 ^0 tThere were sings, indications,5 o4 K+ {8 S2 e' c; k
undecipherable, what does in matter.
& ?+ ]; c7 `4 j5 [' w. h* N5 Y8 ]Three years ago, perhaps) | S1 h- J& Z& o
or even last Tuesday,6 G& V* A/ ^5 s: ~. p6 l0 F6 `
this leaf flying- |+ ]. Y( t9 g! J! u
from one shoulder to another?
0 y6 C2 C; s7 F4 B2 d1 LSomething lost and gathered.
' B- u5 ]9 z; lWho knows, perhaps a ball already
( A' H" l- E% y. u% i! J% Kin the bushes, in childhood?
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4 m4 i% r* \; G3 ]( kThere were handles, door bells,
+ g4 P1 l) |; S+ Rwhere, on the trace of a hand,7 k+ k% b9 ]7 A
another hand was placed;/ }" @! ~5 r7 K0 _/ w
suitcases next to one another in the
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T# t6 P' [8 ?And maybe one night the same dream
# R a/ J8 N. ?forgotten on walking;# H9 g$ J* Z4 N/ O# d
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But every beginning4 j Q( i8 s+ T. q. L$ @
is only a continuation8 t, S0 [# x4 w6 @+ Y( h
and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
9 \3 i9 N( b5 w. O2 STranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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