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Love at First Sight- W1 p7 q) J) {( w# P4 l% D
by Wislawa Szymborska4 Q, ?5 e" \8 p; o# @+ K+ @
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They both thought
0 Y* j. @0 d0 l5 o( bthat a sudden feeling had united them% B( t' U9 y' F! S) z' T5 ^9 [
This certainty is beautiful,
) ?# Q' x2 V' W6 Z( u3 L5 K5 Z- VEven more beautiful than uncertainty.; [4 k) B4 Q0 D) V. V
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They thought they didn't know each other,
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These streets, these stairs, this corridors,+ X; v- S' H/ F+ j. b
Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,0 a+ p1 `! h- n: m4 m
if they can remember -
. H+ l- g8 l( y9 J! Y+ ^# | Y ]perhaps in a revolving door( W8 l; C4 N6 H$ x0 F5 ?
face to face one day?
9 v# I& C3 h) x7 qA "sorry" in the crowd?7 b% V& F/ z. ] A7 {4 D% F
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
; g. z# U! B& W% x3 J6 A) P1 }- but I know the answer.
6 B* | @ ]1 ?& ONo, they don't remember.' T2 K! _7 h/ i( f8 a) W
5 i% L" L: D$ }0 ?* a; T2 O ZHow surprised they would be: G. Q, N3 \' l
For such a long time already/ Q' N( p0 G. V0 v1 Q1 I; r
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready. F5 _% n6 z" ~7 [0 r* m$ U+ _
to change into destiny,
4 P' `+ M7 D' Gwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
7 ]3 g! J( {# J, H. O) G! K+ Z9 hcutting their path
- m& {8 r) K3 [; z5 land stifling a laugh,
8 [9 @- ^! }) A' z9 K4 c: ^% w/ fescaping ever further;
* \% W. D/ U6 U7 y9 j4 r2 PThere were sings, indications,
: T4 w+ K* P$ m1 P0 `$ k4 Eundecipherable, what does in matter.. _/ S+ M8 C* h2 t5 H
Three years ago, perhaps, P8 u# g2 v/ X @. K
or even last Tuesday,0 E0 p" ~4 s, Z- T& h/ k0 `8 y
this leaf flying
& f- B: ]2 R) @/ H. S; | Ufrom one shoulder to another?
2 k8 u. v: \& T- r: DSomething lost and gathered.& E" d! |0 D+ _
Who knows, perhaps a ball already! I \/ P8 J& l' l- C
in the bushes, in childhood?
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6 _2 f; w7 `" z, l# g# JThere were handles, door bells,
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+ Q7 k5 Z6 K' |+ m3 S0 y# b4 l. ^4 T% danother hand was placed;
0 [ T3 U9 u1 Q: w* T3 T4 lsuitcases next to one another in the
' G0 D8 _7 T; s) ~ T. Y- d8 xleft luggage.( m, R0 H, D9 S+ w3 g
And maybe one night the same dream
6 y2 F: L7 I) O# U/ G9 J: Xforgotten on walking;! s2 T# P. q: w1 t7 A$ i" L- {
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But every beginning
+ ^ @, o) |1 `1 tis only a continuation9 [/ I; V! E# g1 O& {( I
and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren- U' O% B0 Z5 E: K
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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