Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
9 P* ~: W, x5 Xby Wislawa Szymborska
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9 W8 ^4 ~' U7 t6 VThey both thought
; @1 M6 z# Y& n# N1 v7 k' ]that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
$ L3 W; h' z/ i) y8 _0 t0 Z4 Nnothing had ever happened between them,
" u( P4 s; y$ q6 \. ?8 k5 e) ~These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
8 D$ |8 n: B) u% QWhere they could have met so long ago?
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. k# w( t8 t( v% o0 w3 ]/ jI would like to ask them,
9 C6 G3 m  h5 Y* T' Y- {: R) `if they can remember -
1 ]! C" `% Y9 l" `* x: `perhaps in a revolving door
4 L/ v* {: j- r. [) Pface to face one day?
  a6 H! H* h1 O  x: i  O: \A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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$ C9 |6 F3 |5 J) Y2 q; S  R6 W$ wHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
3 E# m5 _; L/ W& b2 o" |Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
# [# n2 a8 |8 g- g" }) r, kto change into destiny,
! m; t) [3 I3 [9 r4 ?' Q$ ?which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
* Z- o) G! t  I7 m' f7 W$ E2 @There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
8 ^3 H. A! S# w/ V6 XThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
$ g1 O- G/ |; V% R9 d* p4 xfrom one shoulder to another?
( B) D8 ~( E9 G2 [9 ^3 G  F: ]# ?Something lost and gathered.
; H) D2 Y/ _* O4 BWho knows, perhaps a ball already
0 K; ?3 t7 n( A; Z6 [" Rin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
7 I7 Y, c! r  f/ K8 M" Lwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
! a1 i4 C1 N2 \8 V2 M; ]suitcases next to one another in the
0 m/ K5 ^: _& H  W2 J5 J+ o8 @left luggage.
5 K( ]6 Q# _. }  X& W8 YAnd maybe one night the same dream
% e2 m$ u8 F: ]- Aforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
6 e7 b. t5 Z5 Bis only a continuation
( k$ |, r1 r" i+ _( @  O% V" Yand the book of fate is
9 o' y6 W: N/ r% [9 b& valways open in the middle.
# v2 C4 }% R4 QTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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