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Love at First Sight& ^2 |6 D: d' J- k. R5 R
by Wislawa Szymborska) [. Y' C3 k |$ J1 m' e
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# t5 ~! o/ F8 _+ I' M" \They both thought
$ P9 c7 z. M/ E' x8 i8 p1 Pthat a sudden feeling had united them
5 E# F/ Y- u# ~+ ^2 k& T+ nThis certainty is beautiful,- B" E( B" u) d" S8 I
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other, D: F4 o J' N9 N) X! `4 }- F5 s! F# ^
nothing had ever happened between them,& T( m @- P2 ]4 J
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
! `( j+ i, V# \0 dWhere they could have met so long ago?
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8 ~4 K' e' F& D# V4 AI would like to ask them,) \( B$ G; U# s1 l# j) t+ b; _
if they can remember -1 R3 }6 e+ t$ s9 s! ?8 Z
perhaps in a revolving door
) q) [5 d* k, ~' m+ B: h9 k" tface to face one day?
6 O1 {1 b# C( x- ?8 K7 bA "sorry" in the crowd?
! {7 j1 i/ Y5 q# \% a0 i"Wrong number" on the 'phone?$ M4 ^7 h* ~7 e; q$ p
- but I know the answer.
9 R+ S4 {4 O5 s6 B$ wNo, they don't remember.) Q2 Q; ]9 _5 V0 ?' X `' x
" Y& I8 O/ i+ R+ @( tHow surprised they would be4 B! N. T7 k9 X3 y
For such a long time already
) _' }. s1 |2 s Z8 \8 g1 W* ]5 oFate has been playing with them.: S* @" V2 A T
) O# J0 i+ w, Z+ z- g0 L4 eNot quite yet ready
: T$ N9 M0 f7 B% r9 X9 A% Oto change into destiny,- k- U* r+ L& b+ T+ w- C& P' H
which brings them nearer and yet further,
) [! ]* @ Y. D& X* v2 Y6 Wcutting their path
& |: ~3 q* l5 X% |0 u U0 Wand stifling a laugh,
5 D+ ^# R# V! F7 pescaping ever further;: O- ^, Y" X v7 T4 z0 |
There were sings, indications,
5 ^1 |7 ]' q5 \! L7 k5 q. [& uundecipherable, what does in matter.7 V' N: _* s% i( V
Three years ago, perhaps% C1 I0 o; e& p. B
or even last Tuesday,
6 O' ]0 U# J# xthis leaf flying
! M' j1 x- b8 q& E: ]" Zfrom one shoulder to another?5 h5 J% j# d. [% \* b, d
Something lost and gathered.
/ o3 B+ q4 _5 _- DWho knows, perhaps a ball already
8 Z m- L- D& t/ u7 k0 q: bin the bushes, in childhood?- a, b6 N1 `& u( ?& Z
! U4 q: h$ |3 ~. RThere were handles, door bells,
- \ T* z, B+ c* z, L9 \: [7 Swhere, on the trace of a hand,
$ Y# t8 K: |# xanother hand was placed;6 O6 x4 w2 Q; A% F2 P( r" d3 p
suitcases next to one another in the
# d: X$ Z7 y/ Nleft luggage.
S) K j/ o4 O1 d3 e5 Z! vAnd maybe one night the same dream N9 ?$ }3 S% c, i
forgotten on walking;
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2 I6 S! G' z+ C5 A& ~( ~But every beginning8 G8 e0 K8 {# F$ X' S7 N
is only a continuation# M5 n. }% B: S2 J% v) l
and the book of fate is
" t4 E* Y4 a# H* B$ falways open in the middle.
, G) e4 Z# {- _Translation from Polish by Roman Gren# F$ l9 n& E9 q, I# y n6 I
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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