Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
2 i* ]( J6 r* J" \( Mby Wislawa Szymborska


. B% a9 d  _6 {# D0 kThey both thought
6 t: Y0 _% `3 V. ~; b( X4 N0 ythat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
+ q$ Y6 h  p- j+ P) O( H9 S( N' e  WEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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' O  Y5 T3 I5 @They thought they didn't know each other,
+ z) ^$ T" s& d* znothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
3 b$ e2 Q' i. q2 }6 TWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
+ O$ p0 u+ [6 P1 j* jif they can remember -
1 Q4 a$ r' ?+ H  |+ Eperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
1 W# |/ ^% y, r: c5 ^$ m) O6 W- x% UA "sorry" in the crowd?
9 i9 N; S" n* L7 \1 ]6 d! ]5 \"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
7 V1 I/ L$ T; S+ X1 {0 v1 XFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
) q, I# W" V' A# h. Xwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
' i  q0 [& d, j( |% `and stifling a laugh,
0 l3 F7 A+ B$ }+ h' K1 U6 Aescaping ever further;
2 _$ f; h! b; O. o7 c: d0 JThere were sings, indications,
% A) T* K& J7 @! |" J; H1 L( tundecipherable, what does in matter.
! g5 ^3 S% k9 o: W7 N1 g& pThree years ago, perhaps
1 u9 @3 G  X; o- g5 _! O% S( y( }" Yor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
/ c; I$ p/ y- }  c% ~from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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' ]# r7 C3 g% ?8 C/ |6 bThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
8 W+ r9 J( f8 X$ u. R! N* F! r" Tsuitcases next to one another in the
0 A1 k% C: n, Z3 b4 h) r' m" A8 g3 _left luggage.
4 Q( B9 M9 g* c/ I* Q$ pAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
1 }5 d# N: r/ Kis only a continuation
& w" ]& G; n; u2 ^3 t5 W" a$ Dand the book of fate is
4 b; ~# Y4 b5 b+ dalways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
$ k' P3 s$ o- M+ ^% g( kTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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