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Love at First Sight s5 F" w4 K4 g+ Y; c- J& @
by Wislawa Szymborska$ u" A ?/ T8 M, ~8 X
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8 _6 F- v3 @! CThey both thought
+ Q. j) { m; b2 V5 k; ?that a sudden feeling had united them
; j! A$ a0 [; q0 e0 S eThis certainty is beautiful,
& v- J. Z8 A e" u* O' S, }- I" ^/ g5 DEven more beautiful than uncertainty.4 [; }6 ?: d4 j) W6 y
k! q" l9 Q$ d+ pThey thought they didn't know each other,
/ A7 z ^7 e. Wnothing had ever happened between them,
: l: j6 V& \9 X2 vThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
- x: W0 D% Q. m5 w: X( d) s( j7 jWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
g' _ T. J% V# xif they can remember -, U9 z1 G( J1 h& I* T. |" K
perhaps in a revolving door' \8 `0 A; ]1 {" ]4 H3 d
face to face one day?
' E& t- ^5 d3 H/ L( ZA "sorry" in the crowd?
- G5 s, F/ X. G7 u" @" P"Wrong number" on the 'phone?5 L8 G$ y/ l$ _; N$ C4 A/ ]
- but I know the answer.
9 K- i) ]2 u' }No, they don't remember.
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: H# [" m: t' l- E0 XHow surprised they would be" T# \; C- @5 ^; i
For such a long time already
% z; @& ~) U) y+ kFate has been playing with them.
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/ S$ Q# ~# ^/ i% l5 i, l5 K7 fNot quite yet ready
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which brings them nearer and yet further,. G0 Z5 C# A& a; H7 g
cutting their path) \5 i7 T. S; h* ]- }' a3 d
and stifling a laugh,$ x& m7 d7 F9 y: @+ e D
escaping ever further;' I; X- |+ {' P) H& ]1 g- m r7 }, v
There were sings, indications,, |0 ~) ?+ `+ |: U( c1 ~6 F% O+ H
undecipherable, what does in matter.8 [, n+ k! Z' ~$ \( O) s
Three years ago, perhaps1 E Q0 N4 p% z" v8 B1 O
or even last Tuesday,9 z1 h5 K' L+ s+ |' q8 e
this leaf flying& _. v7 t) d* m
from one shoulder to another?. ]' q, H9 O6 b- g- w8 _3 T( F$ y6 q
Something lost and gathered.
" i6 E! e: R: o- N" F. A1 oWho knows, perhaps a ball already
% h% R) |$ x( X! |* Yin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,: B( r& H3 W# `1 L7 h
where, on the trace of a hand,& z& [9 I! S. A G
another hand was placed;7 ^) N: H4 q+ U$ A; b
suitcases next to one another in the; s, I0 q5 r {" Z1 Z3 v
left luggage.! K) H+ e) c3 ^3 V
And maybe one night the same dream
5 i& R; t, _0 c! N7 Wforgotten on walking;) N) s$ g4 E7 O' p B
* w6 a1 h2 {% F" vBut every beginning, s& c; q" q! Z8 h
is only a continuation
: P( Q/ ]! p+ _7 a5 p2 V/ I+ mand the book of fate is' J) ?6 y5 t& J4 O/ m" M$ M
always open in the middle.
2 }. \' D4 J# e+ W% rTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren9 g3 x/ G2 x1 J( Y5 x! G
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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