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Love at First Sight& ~' J; o7 }( n$ j& S6 D* L! i
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought$ @3 L6 t. ]: j- a! v
that a sudden feeling had united them) H: R; G. I7 ~ r2 P& \
This certainty is beautiful,
& E3 @2 Q- U1 f( J/ H+ REven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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. M' U/ @' L% R5 vThey thought they didn't know each other,3 v1 r5 p1 \* r0 q& j3 z
nothing had ever happened between them,
7 C0 N; O! E" e; n, V+ kThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
) P4 V( q2 @ _1 sWhere they could have met so long ago?$ {, O2 C& m$ S: J5 W: Y
4 J& {3 c2 r* n6 ?8 e0 r& l lI would like to ask them,1 a; l/ u9 [* `/ G$ j
if they can remember -
- d/ Z6 _- F$ R- C k R: a9 _( U; tperhaps in a revolving door
+ e, O5 b7 ^; b9 V8 ~ Wface to face one day?$ v+ S7 d3 R7 s5 R9 o0 F' m
A "sorry" in the crowd?
0 O5 O( U' ]/ B"Wrong number" on the 'phone?: ^) \% J$ p( D/ ~
- but I know the answer.
; H$ M! K* n6 O' ^+ G5 N4 [6 S) _No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
, o0 u, m' K$ D" `2 tFor such a long time already9 [! c8 K3 N2 b8 t$ F6 s
Fate has been playing with them.
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. `' }# \$ t8 r- l, i1 {Not quite yet ready/ J0 {) E! b4 c; w% {: D
to change into destiny,. A w1 R% ~: m
which brings them nearer and yet further,
R% J7 @2 l! S; Z) a% Ocutting their path
4 n! z u0 W* d) Zand stifling a laugh,& F* k+ ?) B: Z" I* O" j4 L) q
escaping ever further;
4 L! G* i, l2 J, k) U! I2 X. rThere were sings, indications,
* ?: q M6 S* `4 I. Jundecipherable, what does in matter.
1 M8 r' Z# E. J8 V9 e$ JThree years ago, perhaps
; P" N% O* a9 wor even last Tuesday,
+ F8 Q8 u! c$ D* ^ } Y( Gthis leaf flying' r3 f4 a2 q0 C9 G9 m0 Z' D f. [+ D
from one shoulder to another?- g* E, C) `9 i& X+ Q
Something lost and gathered.2 ^# W+ j* T* P% {2 O+ K/ s, O
Who knows, perhaps a ball already8 Q4 v7 K0 e$ ~# k! `& R
in the bushes, in childhood?6 R7 e6 G H4 ~7 c! |1 @) h& u
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There were handles, door bells,; g: L7 x1 M1 k" |. Y1 Z) C
where, on the trace of a hand,3 r6 o- p5 L# O2 @
another hand was placed;
3 N* F, ~: U8 t4 W! D. }suitcases next to one another in the
2 ]: F1 b- Q E- g- aleft luggage.
, q# n1 g: q( P9 l5 gAnd maybe one night the same dream
% ~4 U# o* x4 O( ^1 `4 mforgotten on walking;) g7 l Q, m* N4 u
; t- T% w! B J, D3 i' xBut every beginning5 a9 J9 Q" ^/ e, @
is only a continuation
9 X$ w( G6 @1 V8 Jand the book of fate is
4 X# ^! ~' g) L# W* `always open in the middle.
4 Q. [0 [6 q7 ]) iTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
5 _) t* u {5 P5 qTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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