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Love at First Sight& r" @/ N, K/ _- ^
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought; c) X( w" Y, Y9 P. [
that a sudden feeling had united them- W$ y9 n+ G8 _: o: h
This certainty is beautiful,
* Q! }0 M, k: w' w2 T! q" A, fEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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. i& J x" C' E9 d4 K5 |/ uThey thought they didn't know each other,- u; q0 @1 g* Z3 t
nothing had ever happened between them,% {8 }4 R9 y+ h
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
$ e" ?2 b$ v: w HWhere they could have met so long ago?
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4 \: Y+ \8 B; X9 J) ~- w- nI would like to ask them,' \6 c: _# M# L4 a
if they can remember -
c! r1 P, }7 o' p5 Q( wperhaps in a revolving door
- E: G7 o) V) n8 N. Cface to face one day?
( I! J7 D! W; Z+ W* w0 b% A o* ZA "sorry" in the crowd?% M2 \" w* ?* N1 J. x
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
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c% P& Z( Z, @3 aNo, they don't remember.( `/ M4 r' r/ _0 V
# g9 b. ?, Y4 r* ~How surprised they would be$ u9 a% n6 p; P- U0 L
For such a long time already
# d# X; n$ |# ?+ [5 g+ |8 sFate has been playing with them.' R5 M- m; ^' m; G' H- `2 H
. L- u7 m3 B; n) i% |3 sNot quite yet ready
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Y% V [" M0 |which brings them nearer and yet further,6 A q/ j2 f+ X/ B
cutting their path! G2 q5 w" h" e, u- [
and stifling a laugh,8 `$ E0 _! T/ ~4 T/ _" V" _! }9 ]
escaping ever further;+ m! `3 Z3 W9 F2 f
There were sings, indications,
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Three years ago, perhaps
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% o8 V2 q9 ]2 t) |this leaf flying/ M9 i) T' V3 [+ a% i+ a, d
from one shoulder to another?
- U3 i+ \8 t4 |. Y. gSomething lost and gathered., v. ~1 n( A o# ]$ D
Who knows, perhaps a ball already% ]% `( ?3 u8 d. R
in the bushes, in childhood?
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6 g# {% g% d2 O0 LThere were handles, door bells,
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another hand was placed;& f5 T- I. Q4 ^+ n4 M8 p
suitcases next to one another in the4 ~9 }. F) s+ G1 P. o
left luggage.0 i. O9 a9 y+ r; U; b0 I9 g# f3 E
And maybe one night the same dream N( G, P) x# n
forgotten on walking;# J3 S4 a7 O4 C c: ~5 N- E" R
/ g8 G! f' o" T4 l6 y& }But every beginning
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and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren( @! ~9 e" o% f* C) m: I
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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