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Love at First Sight" f9 L/ R+ {8 F+ d3 W/ w* j
by Wislawa Szymborska3 X) O3 o( m2 L& \2 e
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They both thought! J, M$ d8 T3 M5 s* F8 v& S
that a sudden feeling had united them, Y4 F$ C+ |( u3 P9 B5 d0 m* Q. t, o
This certainty is beautiful,
- B9 c$ r0 w1 @: }& z. t/ R1 bEven more beautiful than uncertainty.2 W! T% p7 R8 h* c& T
1 M0 S6 o) h q0 ~7 h; [% `1 uThey thought they didn't know each other,
( u; a% x+ Z, O6 k& \nothing had ever happened between them,$ y, M! d {9 f; d/ \- \
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
# C* R* z; `5 R; n- T% [- }2 d- b3 SWhere they could have met so long ago?2 j# J; q: b# l' ~
. F0 F* E8 B' `3 v$ t9 ?7 u) BI would like to ask them,
5 ~9 Z4 k, k* \: h6 ?/ Tif they can remember -
# J' q% ?2 X. i6 K o' c+ \1 {! W; @perhaps in a revolving door2 `$ p& O( T4 v. [# I
face to face one day?4 O% G/ L* Y4 T4 V
A "sorry" in the crowd?
3 B2 y$ m# K* ^7 q" b"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
' l, o; y, a5 k/ c/ S- but I know the answer.
1 ?* a+ u$ w: B' t" HNo, they don't remember.) z2 d1 Y [* Y+ n, f7 O5 Q) B
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How surprised they would be
+ Z1 j+ j+ i$ _8 y& ?2 n6 c. ^4 |For such a long time already4 ?8 l: O6 }8 P7 S0 d7 a
Fate has been playing with them.% |! m6 W& _7 e& b4 T% Q9 |7 r: d c
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Not quite yet ready
" I) d% @1 x$ G5 z1 N' H! U$ ?to change into destiny,* n7 r* j( `& X
which brings them nearer and yet further,+ j; y& ^$ i! L9 i
cutting their path
3 G& [ o6 g3 t, p2 V" S2 Zand stifling a laugh,
6 a5 C5 [) s* A% q3 y9 j: i/ Yescaping ever further;6 a, A# D6 z+ Y
There were sings, indications,
% B% ]. S. }: h, S- mundecipherable, what does in matter.
% u* r4 C7 @& z& t; KThree years ago, perhaps% d" A! x5 J4 @2 _" m2 `7 K! G# m7 p. E
or even last Tuesday,
" Z. |" w- t f6 pthis leaf flying
+ F( ^7 w- o2 a# G. ~% \% }" K8 pfrom one shoulder to another?8 b& q9 ~2 C% v7 X1 {
Something lost and gathered.$ z3 R) v, D) s
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
V4 ~. m4 Y G# y' x, Nin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
' p- z) w6 r) n+ I+ `4 L3 }, Ewhere, on the trace of a hand,6 c7 M! y _, e; o) ^
another hand was placed;$ N. r' J' R, L% [+ f; O# \
suitcases next to one another in the
: D5 b; ~5 y' W4 a( O, l Wleft luggage." r, x& ]! M# U: [
And maybe one night the same dream
/ N" s! ~3 X; _. p3 W7 I# e6 S) { vforgotten on walking;
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! A' |. S, [: l$ C, O5 z* y3 TBut every beginning
/ j2 r; N, i( c* l% ais only a continuation% h* g3 k% T3 y+ x. k
and the book of fate is* x Q, ]( j; Q/ n) Y" T
always open in the middle.8 q/ W0 W& }1 |+ ~* d, u% S% p
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren3 f- p+ K$ |7 ]$ @
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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