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Love at First Sight) k: t! [) G/ X4 d+ ?+ S. V# x% f+ E
by Wislawa Szymborska/ a' N% [: n3 D: C; U* u
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They both thought
& A0 l2 u/ @1 Q7 c( l! B+ Sthat a sudden feeling had united them4 l7 K6 ~) n0 I- i. r; F
This certainty is beautiful,5 d& Q! i9 [% p* m! o0 y# N
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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4 Y8 O5 x7 \6 m3 h$ G8 u( `7 j7 ^They thought they didn't know each other,! d1 \/ X; R& x/ J O2 d
nothing had ever happened between them,( [4 a) D; N, _' R
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,# V0 K3 W, v0 M9 h
Where they could have met so long ago?
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6 @. b) c7 k; p3 @5 g! R9 @. oI would like to ask them,( m- A& g7 Y/ q @( H% P# i
if they can remember -
" w1 a* q# Q% Q0 Z8 j/ u1 Mperhaps in a revolving door
" V& m# i+ P) A) W1 Nface to face one day?
0 I9 K7 C4 |/ TA "sorry" in the crowd?
* B/ d5 i: q G+ C"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
8 f: L3 P1 g2 i; n- but I know the answer.
) y1 n: t F) TNo, they don't remember.5 [3 L# X7 B' W9 k
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How surprised they would be7 C$ c. S/ G% ~+ f) Q9 C
For such a long time already
% B- z3 X5 _ {8 D; R2 k/ bFate has been playing with them.1 N$ K, i1 n4 m: o: F: Q
# u9 K, D% }. k5 R9 Z& F% vNot quite yet ready
8 c) \" i4 `/ N0 M4 a: ito change into destiny,
6 M! e" ^- b! E5 V" L- K) uwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
1 n! _8 @; a; t5 ]4 |6 [cutting their path
# \; B! f. j& n( w. Y7 e, a2 Mand stifling a laugh,
3 \# m, @: L2 L/ J" U% bescaping ever further;, V) z$ P' h# W! [
There were sings, indications,* W2 k% ]# A: a, L4 e
undecipherable, what does in matter.
\$ c1 }. f$ S8 R/ ZThree years ago, perhaps
, i5 ]" T _0 v3 b. y Tor even last Tuesday,' r* Z# q+ o. i7 m
this leaf flying
8 [* U6 z# V# G2 }" _: F, p. H: jfrom one shoulder to another?; _- x2 S$ W# N( K: X7 @
Something lost and gathered.
J& k5 g( X7 w/ O* U2 a- NWho knows, perhaps a ball already
1 D' K* P1 t Q& N% B. vin the bushes, in childhood?( G. A; T4 L# o0 L# y4 p; m
2 B& R( P( R9 z% D! h% T- XThere were handles, door bells,/ t Q A$ Y% O' U: S
where, on the trace of a hand,7 r3 S0 p8 A9 Y X' }) y
another hand was placed;
% L5 V% `) e/ t$ E% Isuitcases next to one another in the3 R" a+ U4 q* z# j- a- P* J! X+ U
left luggage.
9 D3 ^ m( Q- D1 q9 {3 NAnd maybe one night the same dream# b' Y; _* I& R: H, I
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning, R) Y& L/ r8 o5 n E5 H1 Q. o3 G4 E
is only a continuation
$ T3 k9 t8 U- s6 Y6 Y3 n5 h. Land the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren: r2 n9 f% c6 c1 X/ C
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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