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Love at First Sight
( [) i. j# I% {( Y9 eby Wislawa Szymborska) o' L7 f' H: {( u' z( f
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They both thought
: K L& v$ E$ ^! ?4 {that a sudden feeling had united them* \# B8 \) `6 D, `8 d
This certainty is beautiful,
" I2 t% j1 Q! E hEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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2 u+ v4 T7 d( }- i+ U7 R, WThey thought they didn't know each other,
! N* h6 W% U% ?9 d5 D* g+ b" P Qnothing had ever happened between them,
9 W1 I: v+ x9 m- nThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
( f# Z7 I% O* d! YWhere they could have met so long ago?. r" E# N$ W! r# Q6 @$ C( y
3 u" `/ x) `, J( H8 q/ P g9 DI would like to ask them,
5 V# p8 s: m5 V/ o6 `if they can remember -
9 f- j! S' m: Q" v2 k7 \4 i d: Dperhaps in a revolving door
( A4 K& `' h5 o& G8 @! J6 xface to face one day?
9 ?6 ^( Z# R9 l3 ~ JA "sorry" in the crowd?
4 @9 B) b: I; f# E5 |6 b: v"Wrong number" on the 'phone?# o2 z# _* D0 t9 E* j; F
- but I know the answer.
4 ? s# q2 e3 Q/ a) |1 Q/ ]$ }1 zNo, they don't remember.) h; ]9 E) Q4 v6 ^! \
3 y' S1 I0 U# N5 b- p' u" hHow surprised they would be8 `, B8 N- R# t4 u1 Y
For such a long time already, e# a4 w0 F# }0 S) b
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready5 \: S8 K) x& I8 e1 Q/ R/ S5 G
to change into destiny,, Z& f9 V7 t, z' K. e
which brings them nearer and yet further,: t I* c% R) L7 I( k
cutting their path! H2 ]5 g* Z' T8 X
and stifling a laugh,0 k- }: ?) J4 y* p+ N; y/ g) \4 u0 B
escaping ever further;
8 J8 n9 }1 V2 h3 O K% ^There were sings, indications,$ b% V h; {5 p6 q# `
undecipherable, what does in matter.4 \ O w5 @* N2 X
Three years ago, perhaps8 P- r: Y+ J, i* A5 R# L
or even last Tuesday,+ P- s0 _8 W; x+ r$ x& x
this leaf flying
0 w6 i* \0 |8 Z- V* k8 Q$ pfrom one shoulder to another?9 B3 `/ o9 [/ X8 Z9 T( b" x c
Something lost and gathered.
4 h5 |; l4 D8 m* c2 TWho knows, perhaps a ball already( w- W0 ^/ A* h {5 l& }$ [
in the bushes, in childhood?
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3 m0 r. _7 ?8 SThere were handles, door bells,
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another hand was placed;
& q# P: B0 I$ d( N2 `suitcases next to one another in the: ^- n* k6 ~" e* U
left luggage.
& t7 t! f5 P; N \2 e& h$ GAnd maybe one night the same dream
# \: h6 f' x6 s) f k' I. Gforgotten on walking;7 Q Y4 y. B7 K. i' a+ R
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But every beginning
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and the book of fate is7 {' t( R' B R8 T8 Z& w& x
always open in the middle.* ^5 \ p9 _; W6 T
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren" z+ n9 U2 ^6 M5 H# B
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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