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Love at First Sight& K. W1 x( T6 t, L& R+ a/ u/ `
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
8 z" r, ~/ Y; D7 Q$ n3 uthat a sudden feeling had united them
; x+ j% }+ O- v0 j, w* mThis certainty is beautiful,% K. \. C/ k& }+ X) m, ]
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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$ N4 Q7 u/ X, v( C) S+ M4 [2 H# {They thought they didn't know each other," {* T7 N3 u8 R$ c& Q5 J
nothing had ever happened between them,
$ t2 r1 {/ S( W- g- [# t5 zThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
{# M6 t7 d1 ~4 S" Q1 BWhere they could have met so long ago?
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6 y1 N/ T* w! l. @I would like to ask them,$ e# \: b; b1 l+ T
if they can remember -' L; l8 K' U5 a# V# U* r) k
perhaps in a revolving door: p5 W2 I+ k6 s! Y% e2 r1 e W
face to face one day?( R3 W( l n% A- ~. d3 V
A "sorry" in the crowd?4 X6 n$ ?: `& q0 N8 i$ V. Z) M$ q
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
5 ^% V& Y4 }' ?5 {$ p$ q. n# E3 d- but I know the answer.
3 y/ K. g# @9 TNo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
. y# H3 ~+ }7 iFor such a long time already
- g2 ]/ e0 `% N. xFate has been playing with them.; n6 t% h' T( B7 q7 S9 l) j
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Not quite yet ready) G; ~7 w1 Y6 r! {/ V7 P V
to change into destiny,
: F W- p7 }2 n! j& D6 Jwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
8 X- Y* p6 S4 M8 y* j) fcutting their path
F( @: y2 Y9 G7 g) e5 xand stifling a laugh,0 P i+ m7 b- x R: a
escaping ever further;/ u2 ]2 L. E' ^8 }' _$ b
There were sings, indications,
- w( J" k W) V" Qundecipherable, what does in matter.2 R& B' c7 q. b7 r" @+ o+ M
Three years ago, perhaps( x4 ^0 f& ]) t9 d) k: C
or even last Tuesday,
4 k% j; i$ \4 ^' G6 @this leaf flying
8 v; w$ X1 G, q" Wfrom one shoulder to another?
4 M0 W3 N( l" h8 ~0 C' R( ~Something lost and gathered.
* E9 K L0 _- A! ]- H5 c" JWho knows, perhaps a ball already
" Y: j' w4 v, b/ ^2 B1 j, |* sin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
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another hand was placed;& g0 s7 Q' g% R# ]
suitcases next to one another in the
/ X% p& ?0 ?: h; X3 U9 rleft luggage.* d, b6 _$ t& \: K; m4 V/ Y
And maybe one night the same dream
( a R) ]/ ?5 Uforgotten on walking;5 L x8 ?7 e9 L2 s- O' U2 j, D
# p: H) x# [3 q8 p' lBut every beginning6 [$ z p# l0 X) B; j4 T2 y
is only a continuation
& Y; _! d+ {1 g/ {/ x$ r* L: H8 gand the book of fate is
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+ A0 T& U7 B2 F [8 r4 B. |. c9 t, GTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren! G$ i3 [, y( U6 R) @9 |
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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