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Love at First Sight: [5 m% }8 C; l! K! R& r
by Wislawa Szymborska9 ^" V4 a1 K; l1 J7 v( y; P2 ^" P$ m
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7 A' Y4 n# H7 y$ y+ k& M6 X8 pThey both thought% ~+ [* j2 j% q# T2 g9 Z
that a sudden feeling had united them
, c* G; X" I5 z' zThis certainty is beautiful,+ E2 N, j6 x. v5 ?
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.. L, J4 y% q) d
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They thought they didn't know each other,3 H& P/ S# \/ T2 I8 h" g; f
nothing had ever happened between them,# M: r9 s4 z* }8 r/ V7 r6 b: s
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,7 ^, ?' o: p: F' ?1 Q; V
Where they could have met so long ago?
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( X1 B4 s0 B, P5 x3 M" G1 wI would like to ask them,
* t$ Z8 Q! s: O) w3 pif they can remember -0 K1 e0 z' n' J( o4 N7 j, C
perhaps in a revolving door
: M+ w/ } [* ?face to face one day?% L7 ^2 o6 y$ l( Q- _/ C
A "sorry" in the crowd?1 q0 x* S: P1 W5 ?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- e+ o6 E1 T t- but I know the answer., S2 p$ o9 I2 V: E" P4 E# t
No, they don't remember.
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+ s+ C3 r( q# K9 A) SHow surprised they would be$ O$ b4 O# m( ]- J
For such a long time already
2 c4 j5 U" Z3 ]4 R9 K/ bFate has been playing with them.
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2 g: n; A7 B8 v% f- O ZNot quite yet ready
8 w3 i. b2 \+ ^8 W% dto change into destiny,2 I3 D, g* C/ L5 }
which brings them nearer and yet further," e5 ], j7 O. U3 z4 R+ T" ]- z
cutting their path
. k: V$ \0 X" Z5 [7 Y1 A1 W2 tand stifling a laugh,
0 ?; z+ M& x% l! l, }# _6 i) mescaping ever further;
S: U* G- w( M- \There were sings, indications,
7 L$ Z W3 r5 O6 M/ L' pundecipherable, what does in matter.$ y8 o* | X+ _4 s( X/ {" k
Three years ago, perhaps
# W; a2 I8 M+ ^. [7 q4 dor even last Tuesday,
, d/ Q! G7 `5 s, ^" hthis leaf flying9 N. ^+ R) k6 \! B: `4 Z
from one shoulder to another?
' w6 _: l& J$ i) x+ o4 PSomething lost and gathered.
; U' i) p) U5 ^0 Y/ y; v( z! OWho knows, perhaps a ball already+ q# o o7 \: W/ m/ ]' E
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells," ~; r5 Y" R9 D4 H8 f
where, on the trace of a hand,' t) s5 l! q4 \7 Y
another hand was placed;
2 l7 x2 k0 e P8 q; ysuitcases next to one another in the8 m6 z; a% v4 T" q2 Q
left luggage.* v. U/ \9 J$ n1 T
And maybe one night the same dream
) |# @/ `- b7 l1 Cforgotten on walking;
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0 ]* l% I5 S4 SBut every beginning; A# q& r0 G4 P
is only a continuation
5 f# R: n5 U0 H+ D3 mand the book of fate is' ?7 O- {# u/ G$ I: W$ W/ c
always open in the middle.
# i, D) s' ^' B) _+ C; |Translation from Polish by Roman Gren3 ^8 O- _" f+ q: C& J% I
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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