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Love at First Sight9 c, ]1 _3 d7 b* I
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought. @2 h$ t+ k4 D" O( d8 q
that a sudden feeling had united them2 [3 l6 s) ?+ j
This certainty is beautiful,
# Z0 A, b1 w* ~- bEven more beautiful than uncertainty.) ]& R: q ]: U0 W$ \
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They thought they didn't know each other,& C4 o9 c( }, v! H
nothing had ever happened between them,2 P4 t& o1 `+ N* A$ r" _! H6 S
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
1 e- \/ [0 z5 B$ o# @) e3 MWhere they could have met so long ago?
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* @5 R; d" {& f0 @3 y$ bI would like to ask them,
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5 a) A4 ~3 O" D/ sperhaps in a revolving door% o, }/ D0 m; P
face to face one day?
; i, c- z9 z; {' }2 ^' OA "sorry" in the crowd?' l+ W1 F! Z* C
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?5 `6 F- B4 ^0 q8 i3 M" T) i
- but I know the answer.
' S/ ]+ ~: U4 l* fNo, they don't remember.# B( j/ Q% c2 Y4 `/ l7 ~7 ^: r
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How surprised they would be
) k3 {( j7 U7 HFor such a long time already
) H6 q8 _" J! U' ~Fate has been playing with them.
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2 ]. _3 p( B& s& J# g K5 PNot quite yet ready2 {' u% H3 V; _ z1 u" \
to change into destiny,
2 L! r0 h1 r' Nwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
# J6 E8 K( q- W9 |8 D/ @cutting their path9 }% Z, n) S% Q) `0 I6 c& D& _
and stifling a laugh,
9 X! ]7 O" p; M$ Z5 v# v/ t; v5 Cescaping ever further;
/ V) e; l9 P7 G. n" kThere were sings, indications,( n# }0 Z$ @' [- _ K1 ?. P% g) T* ^
undecipherable, what does in matter.
4 q8 e& _3 `/ d' R% p1 ~& uThree years ago, perhaps+ V: Y5 b/ Y) j! o
or even last Tuesday,, }# {/ A8 ^' g( F. Z& s# y1 T) g
this leaf flying7 ` b2 N. x, Q7 |# |
from one shoulder to another?
3 y3 R% D* p1 s, {: k5 zSomething lost and gathered.
0 H) i+ E& ^/ `Who knows, perhaps a ball already6 C* W4 `0 s9 r: |/ I
in the bushes, in childhood?
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. L% R) ~7 S8 k9 m7 a. N' MThere were handles, door bells,
5 s3 i$ z1 g+ @where, on the trace of a hand,
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suitcases next to one another in the2 ?4 ?4 [& R3 T6 f! ^# B
left luggage.& ]7 P C s; S+ j# j& O8 ]% m
And maybe one night the same dream( l% E! i5 N4 s6 n- B
forgotten on walking;% [8 N# g& o( L2 b4 d$ U8 ]
1 r4 v: v3 Q, h# J9 ?0 r) F# j( e+ mBut every beginning
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and the book of fate is; I9 ?- }8 q2 X+ M
always open in the middle.) M0 z/ E3 q: G9 q- v$ M& s9 r
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
( C9 E( d/ u# ~$ ?! KTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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