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Love at First Sight3 L4 r$ U1 i4 |) W
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought0 S, `, z7 T+ l/ v5 K; ?" h$ p
that a sudden feeling had united them
5 |# N. M0 e) VThis certainty is beautiful,7 W* h7 w! `5 d6 x% p9 E
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.( V0 H8 ?( H: b. t& A
3 O4 g: M) }4 ?1 E) n1 J3 \They thought they didn't know each other,4 ~8 k- n8 ^# R% ~
nothing had ever happened between them,6 `& H6 u* h9 g7 {+ n# Y2 T
These streets, these stairs, this corridors," a! L+ }' ]: i" @
Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
% T6 v" Y. ~6 @; pif they can remember -
/ R" [2 W2 ?, Pperhaps in a revolving door4 I7 Z; o; v' ~$ j. J/ N
face to face one day?
0 E! Y5 K; K$ k) }A "sorry" in the crowd?
4 h8 N" W# g- B$ p: h7 H"Wrong number" on the 'phone?* e' m0 V* f2 w+ I5 w$ b+ z L( t
- but I know the answer.
+ W3 ~$ ?# d1 j: n1 ?3 N, mNo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be- [7 B1 [6 ^/ c g
For such a long time already
; f" J4 @# O) H" @ ZFate has been playing with them.# d( v+ h' W( A
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Not quite yet ready% [9 o4 |& ?/ k! Z! x5 f3 Q/ E& A! }
to change into destiny,
/ H) V3 H6 }3 y: kwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
" u" t" v. X* |0 a+ ucutting their path2 z1 | K6 P# }+ v
and stifling a laugh,
1 n7 r/ O# K3 `; m' V) eescaping ever further;
4 |8 T; b) P# N, R$ bThere were sings, indications,
* K" i9 I# }/ Y2 y; {* w/ x; jundecipherable, what does in matter.
& [0 U' p& \4 p- P; uThree years ago, perhaps
- _5 l) s3 H) Xor even last Tuesday,
- t$ l7 \! ~( d: gthis leaf flying+ V* [9 H$ S+ Z( {& S
from one shoulder to another? ^/ d1 Z7 S& ?( v
Something lost and gathered.
) h: ~# }! [3 T+ Z M% kWho knows, perhaps a ball already
# V; h& D' B1 |* s! M1 `2 tin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
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suitcases next to one another in the9 ~" _1 ^ `2 c6 G- L Q: m6 A; ]/ u9 F
left luggage.6 o( a1 L& x/ V& z" L# b$ c
And maybe one night the same dream
3 l! C; M8 E5 Xforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning, g' d8 e0 p8 j0 w7 z
is only a continuation
1 K1 r* f! e2 Hand the book of fate is3 q+ H5 q; S' R0 }7 i* M1 U+ L
always open in the middle.
; |: d* A' Q: R# j: [Translation from Polish by Roman Gren6 X& `% F) D4 v8 N- v
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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