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Love at First Sight Z1 ?8 o6 _# k; v+ X: Q1 {: j2 X
by Wislawa Szymborska
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4 Z* F: V+ a4 Q; t0 o% ]They both thought
6 Z) {5 @$ E3 s9 Sthat a sudden feeling had united them
$ c6 x' I" S' r. uThis certainty is beautiful,
, G3 d6 Z- H) b* p7 A) W. BEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,& h, [$ {5 |9 v4 ~* @3 s/ \+ a% h" F
nothing had ever happened between them,
( z7 O( `( P/ ^- b+ a- oThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
% f8 i8 H6 [0 q( a) _" YWhere they could have met so long ago?- V5 \1 B. C1 b6 c x1 d. a
?& I/ I3 J" v1 v% PI would like to ask them,& B' C! {1 K% Y3 O1 V
if they can remember -
$ p/ a/ k5 U; Wperhaps in a revolving door. |* _" l. B7 t. j- E- ?
face to face one day?* L( C* o2 \2 R
A "sorry" in the crowd?7 h Z, P j) ]' m( a
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
9 }1 `0 h" Z6 ]1 Y- but I know the answer.
% r. v& |4 y4 R# v" t+ WNo, they don't remember.
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3 @" W5 w& k( ?1 Y( g/ tHow surprised they would be
0 f5 @1 z# W% [( K: ^" J; `% Z" aFor such a long time already
9 H1 i& J9 P# E) G8 e" Q ?Fate has been playing with them.& e- f9 D( B0 Q
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Not quite yet ready/ X; ?% d3 r' I& I$ v) H
to change into destiny,7 g) _- y+ J" @9 x. n8 ]
which brings them nearer and yet further,: g' ^9 @: u. A9 R+ U" S
cutting their path. E h. G) x/ a
and stifling a laugh,
/ Q) s" i2 P+ B- Sescaping ever further;5 c+ R9 V& f- `1 [. v) i' y3 h
There were sings, indications,, r2 }7 g* r% H% c0 h5 ~- _
undecipherable, what does in matter.
) h, V' Y i( E9 `# n/ a2 p: p0 SThree years ago, perhaps
+ \- {& @7 X- y1 b4 z! ior even last Tuesday,
0 d; x4 M" h6 s3 n4 o+ ~# }1 D! V" Fthis leaf flying2 ~+ }2 F+ R* Q
from one shoulder to another?1 N+ n, s: Y0 r) f+ V1 z3 y
Something lost and gathered.
) }, [, G" s' j# |! w+ IWho knows, perhaps a ball already
* ?/ G7 k! R2 ^ k( iin the bushes, in childhood?
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& m$ s4 A/ n/ H7 ^4 gThere were handles, door bells,
, @1 K5 g* \ w4 h2 N0 R% z3 Lwhere, on the trace of a hand,# {. x& q( l: J
another hand was placed;5 O& V" D3 H0 {. R6 X+ Q1 Y
suitcases next to one another in the: v1 w7 A5 r, b* n5 P+ y
left luggage.
; ]; x3 z3 M+ V8 I( HAnd maybe one night the same dream
0 p2 ^8 J3 b2 ~ f }) I* y* Sforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
. j! E5 Q+ G4 n5 [is only a continuation
5 F h2 T' b1 ]+ M- u; pand the book of fate is
& O' ?, F3 E/ j- m7 Jalways open in the middle.
9 U, W! s+ K& y0 XTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
( f& Z! c% k. E. S: H9 a/ m" dTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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