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Love at First Sight. F& c" S% {, [) G
by Wislawa Szymborska( d- q4 _- s/ r
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They both thought
5 f3 p R- n1 y) T: [5 rthat a sudden feeling had united them4 G3 `7 m3 {& d6 y; p
This certainty is beautiful,
3 O& q! g3 J4 I1 V! eEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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9 c q" I7 n2 l' }" x5 y: y# AThey thought they didn't know each other,6 L- {* m( D/ w, P9 q2 w. [
nothing had ever happened between them,
9 {! g! u$ U1 ^+ y0 s* r( F2 _4 HThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
& Z# ?- |9 {3 U5 L7 iWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
& w V# D9 \) g' J+ \9 K7 pif they can remember -
/ d* I! H- w$ [2 }: zperhaps in a revolving door4 x- x' Z8 r2 D. I6 k
face to face one day?7 K2 o* c7 g; ^0 D; W
A "sorry" in the crowd?
- @7 b' [7 C, A" r- m0 C"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
3 Q9 c4 n/ r+ o9 C+ c" ?- but I know the answer.9 ~/ ?( P9 m: r' D
No, they don't remember./ I" J# p6 t2 q3 s7 m
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How surprised they would be
: Z/ _- g0 n! j# O* gFor such a long time already
1 f4 M; D: {: _; z/ n" G* dFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready0 ~( R4 p3 f$ Q5 q- }. F
to change into destiny,
8 T, ^7 T" |' K" s" T% w* g( y! Uwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
. n) E: Y9 j3 C8 Dcutting their path
/ j# c9 o, s+ D2 u3 N# Sand stifling a laugh,9 E G; {( W7 x7 S1 U; K) H' L
escaping ever further;
/ X5 n8 u& |* X% I1 PThere were sings, indications,
6 [7 w0 K) U* w) a0 [/ i! p# eundecipherable, what does in matter.
4 d- j8 U( _8 G8 X0 Z' V. B6 s. i2 NThree years ago, perhaps
6 q0 w8 x; W) j; G0 I7 B* ior even last Tuesday,+ ?$ K1 ]% o) b
this leaf flying8 D9 a+ q8 X. ~, d
from one shoulder to another?
0 I4 Y4 _5 @. ~; jSomething lost and gathered.# K3 Z8 }+ j" U' n) K
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
$ M* ?- [3 |5 Z9 Din the bushes, in childhood?3 r0 Z& ]6 l) ]! d& q7 s; h
: k9 l3 ~# H7 ]/ B$ YThere were handles, door bells,) }* S1 v1 A! x
where, on the trace of a hand,0 V7 c: b5 t) H, x/ w6 V0 E- {
another hand was placed;- T$ z$ q; q2 T
suitcases next to one another in the
! l& V+ x) l. j B! s$ l1 z" A* eleft luggage.# g9 I% }! v: y+ P9 y! Q
And maybe one night the same dream3 l% L, [: R: M. T* Y
forgotten on walking;3 E" {, l, b# X- P" W
. p: L! a, H/ s: N' ^3 ^But every beginning5 h2 t$ G6 W, U! g
is only a continuation. U8 b9 v0 g8 _5 M- f1 b/ B3 p
and the book of fate is
+ G2 Z: l- g( m* Z4 o& T0 H) Kalways open in the middle.7 W* A; b& h G& }& V0 Z6 N3 L
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
( m/ y) B- f' _# aTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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