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Love at First Sight3 ]( J3 y7 s2 e7 [
by Wislawa Szymborska: c- T; t, a: Q# J4 h
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& c& p4 i5 _# _4 f( [- H; S: N0 |# fThey both thought
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This certainty is beautiful,
W1 q$ ^+ D' h- JEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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7 _ |8 `. J* v9 N2 b; YThey thought they didn't know each other,
) I5 Y+ x2 Y R( w5 Dnothing had ever happened between them,
- c( a5 x- x( h) T3 aThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
( {3 J# C: k6 }/ G" l' nWhere they could have met so long ago?; M* T9 m3 W: y& ^0 q# P8 K& S
0 ~: j( _- B6 U! D4 Q: F0 _I would like to ask them,+ q9 M: u6 U6 M% J
if they can remember -
2 y: m( t8 U$ T$ w X( Zperhaps in a revolving door: V, [6 M1 X: ~+ e) _+ G( m( Q7 Z
face to face one day?! n. J% L2 {; s W* N" W
A "sorry" in the crowd?1 L# d; j% ]* y( Q4 U0 R
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
$ F7 D7 m: U% f- but I know the answer.
: U, D: r- b% V" l0 U9 qNo, they don't remember.4 Q$ H8 p6 u5 L# V
7 a; ^9 G" i# b0 M \6 MHow surprised they would be$ ?0 i# O7 |8 V; V% W8 m
For such a long time already [9 `( g8 `) ?4 L) g; h N
Fate has been playing with them.
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/ i9 y) V- H4 B9 C+ ?# g& R3 {Not quite yet ready
, @ l4 N& \% g; n$ |to change into destiny,
( Z3 C5 Q) D% t3 ^which brings them nearer and yet further,
7 v. a% F$ U; l9 T, k6 J# f. d' ~ |cutting their path- S3 z4 |1 G* W9 _7 z# e+ a+ a
and stifling a laugh,
' _5 i9 T! q9 d2 t8 ?escaping ever further;
8 _1 K8 m6 H& J2 \/ \There were sings, indications,' m- I, P/ I' ?( x( n
undecipherable, what does in matter.$ h; c: P7 c! [0 \' _( I* y# p+ y
Three years ago, perhaps
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2 ^1 ]# F W, qthis leaf flying
& r7 @2 {9 a5 cfrom one shoulder to another?0 o( v) D: w' m
Something lost and gathered.! E' Y8 ~4 S* J) h
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
+ T! ?# Y7 O e* ein the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,0 d3 k: _! m* r" h+ d6 V0 p
where, on the trace of a hand,
$ m: q0 u% D2 s( C( P, h: L' uanother hand was placed;
: T3 k f w' f$ G% D# Xsuitcases next to one another in the& u( R" y \. B2 v: g
left luggage.0 K# N T. @+ J: ~" S+ t
And maybe one night the same dream
+ M. l9 j1 O# J% Xforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning% f: G- L$ H y6 @9 b
is only a continuation/ `0 R( Z+ ^# j" g7 F
and the book of fate is
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5 k- v' o0 d3 h% ?3 j* A$ MTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
; |* B# A2 Z4 T& L4 WTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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