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Love at First Sight$ I8 N' l$ j; `. s$ n3 ^6 I
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought% d) S! f0 t$ a3 R
that a sudden feeling had united them- B- i. {; w2 t6 R8 N6 N2 B( p
This certainty is beautiful,
- r+ U5 C0 ]& s% ]" `, {3 A( ]Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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: C% q( N8 l- s" R' dThey thought they didn't know each other,) M a1 Y+ l7 ]& b9 o
nothing had ever happened between them,
! f2 K5 o' E. G5 Z& `/ b. `These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
/ y& d }0 |. nWhere they could have met so long ago?5 a3 x) A O- Y6 A; Q
1 k) W1 _1 n$ t" ~8 y/ {2 ]( {I would like to ask them,
$ Q* V& x/ C1 G6 u" C# R3 xif they can remember -
0 f9 x( X5 Z" ^2 U, }perhaps in a revolving door1 l4 w5 W, B1 ?* b9 M
face to face one day? F' M9 v# S1 [; x
A "sorry" in the crowd?
0 v( U2 Z6 m9 h2 K"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
( Q+ _6 m3 [/ H% ]! M7 l5 @- but I know the answer.
* f9 y$ Z% `5 ?' `- |No, they don't remember.% x3 Y: i' @: a( \9 B/ ^& k* \
3 y$ G' R$ }4 }- H# q0 V& SHow surprised they would be1 l3 s! f* f/ D% }0 h
For such a long time already. @4 ? } U9 I
Fate has been playing with them.
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' y Q0 f- J G; j" x( t' g: [2 }, FNot quite yet ready
8 _7 Z4 U# g0 R+ Fto change into destiny,7 O. w+ J: J9 f7 S3 _
which brings them nearer and yet further," r3 V% X( Q" E7 i! p
cutting their path0 W }( z; _- j- F3 |5 V
and stifling a laugh,
( C; V( ?, R4 o* B1 nescaping ever further;
( G& O0 t1 T2 w F( g; wThere were sings, indications,
- A: S) `" i; Z" t9 eundecipherable, what does in matter.' \) c( \( c/ Q0 T' D- H
Three years ago, perhaps3 o# K0 J" K* C! {" z) I
or even last Tuesday,2 F. d$ G8 f( x2 f, V- O* B
this leaf flying+ W# d. v7 M, a( K. ?
from one shoulder to another?
0 K0 I0 @; { u* f% U9 m' ]8 CSomething lost and gathered.
$ M6 Z( i% q2 @8 @5 V& N* WWho knows, perhaps a ball already
' S b1 }% ^& C5 C- _5 G2 gin the bushes, in childhood?, ^0 |9 C9 n& y6 ^
/ ^5 o# c7 E3 O U, A* ]4 v# iThere were handles, door bells,
o7 i+ f. F% Dwhere, on the trace of a hand,) |, ^; @ W" L' {
another hand was placed;
/ m1 y" A5 o7 ksuitcases next to one another in the3 q' K8 o- ]1 G9 Q6 q
left luggage.
& A [4 t# Y o# JAnd maybe one night the same dream& n; c Q2 I; \/ U- c
forgotten on walking;
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* j, I4 x, o4 `( OBut every beginning
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and the book of fate is
5 d0 @- J. i6 Q1 j% U( Z7 o5 Balways open in the middle.
7 H! L, i3 y; Y) g) F. e1 NTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
+ \( ^, n; E% k& }' ~. aTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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