Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
9 o% T  A2 v" ]( Q0 v5 Zthat a sudden feeling had united them
7 @4 e5 k4 g0 P4 v" vThis certainty is beautiful,
$ Z' V- @3 B0 _Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
# j: I# d( E9 H! s; ?nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
8 B- y" H0 R% _9 lWhere they could have met so long ago?
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6 D" a/ P" N0 yI would like to ask them,
. U0 _% A3 }5 b% i" L* Y& U9 Sif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
8 m) o( S. c* ]# x0 z1 Aface to face one day?
. Q; a9 O3 C/ x' I! ]A "sorry" in the crowd?
# o: N& Z7 F; W# |+ t5 P! u  @"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
7 I: D0 L  e6 cNo, they don't remember.
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3 {; i9 l  ]6 l, iHow surprised they would be
4 |7 B* A8 N$ X1 D- O  tFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
# A' Z$ i/ V4 x" bto change into destiny,
+ J/ ?6 L4 X) p2 t4 y6 Nwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
' K* E# b, N8 F" Lcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
! K$ F& w2 @' \Three years ago, perhaps
( F$ O. z, x/ A& h8 v5 u4 vor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
3 _- [6 e% \- ~' p; e; C" HWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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  P7 I) L. L6 c4 P( `There were handles, door bells,
3 r, Q( f4 m6 w# _) Z6 Ewhere, on the trace of a hand,
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suitcases next to one another in the
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And maybe one night the same dream
$ ?# x8 C& m: F* v( e" }+ Jforgotten on walking;
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: m( `5 Y- T. U# C; zBut every beginning
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and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
, {% h* \; K  E' }5 }Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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