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Love at First Sight2 P% f* u4 J( P4 b# I( `
by Wislawa Szymborska, j1 Q; M8 F) V5 m4 a; l
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They both thought
1 d( b. f& ?: V) d' x0 r4 `that a sudden feeling had united them
1 e9 e s6 E# k' v# Y5 y/ w0 HThis certainty is beautiful,3 s: Y5 m/ l& O( f
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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" a7 k7 C( j2 S1 q6 f( d) n& C" W. oThey thought they didn't know each other,
2 k, a s6 b/ ]( Pnothing had ever happened between them,
6 V/ x9 ]& @6 c+ P# aThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
0 |7 O% G2 e% v* p8 m* k2 MWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
$ W. ]: W. P+ G( J" hif they can remember -
3 `* @2 G. u& a( F4 x+ ~, Qperhaps in a revolving door
) d9 M7 A. k: H# jface to face one day?
: [" c$ Q- x/ Z, T% |" H4 E/ ^A "sorry" in the crowd?% O7 k# Q) o; {7 h) f
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?, T5 J: g; C9 Y) O
- but I know the answer.8 k; r5 n9 Y9 W6 _
No, they don't remember.7 K: y+ e, m- h d
: m! c+ F' u. W* Y+ IHow surprised they would be8 U& W9 |2 X( x- v! m! J
For such a long time already0 z9 d# m/ {4 K& X2 X4 j/ e
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready% e* S5 [+ G- U7 S Y4 [$ S8 m
to change into destiny,, R- o! n& ], U1 W, o3 m
which brings them nearer and yet further,! J& [% f1 T3 t/ _4 W7 Z- o/ u+ h
cutting their path. t! N1 L; T" i
and stifling a laugh,
- P. M7 o, S6 }" c* u# q" [9 Xescaping ever further;, `# D, N1 }' ^% I( ^& k* p {" E2 [
There were sings, indications,$ F' i/ ]) Z. `, l' s/ G& g" J
undecipherable, what does in matter.
, V- w# w) V+ y- r$ d) HThree years ago, perhaps1 E0 E8 f3 }( c! N5 |
or even last Tuesday,
V( g3 L2 Y6 w5 R, bthis leaf flying
) w+ q( F* i6 @" w; q# L$ L ifrom one shoulder to another?3 ]7 t/ f: I7 a0 N" E
Something lost and gathered." K4 K9 T% W: r4 J$ m' i' B
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
/ y# |8 w/ q! l- ain the bushes, in childhood?3 J, R+ d. x+ f" ^3 i7 T- S
" L- e! K" Z1 x% _3 K) cThere were handles, door bells,5 x+ i2 m* q* o9 ]6 {3 O4 f
where, on the trace of a hand,0 q3 m) |: Y; B9 }& Q3 }
another hand was placed;
2 h3 S# N+ j0 d$ R* J0 xsuitcases next to one another in the
5 u4 j$ s5 [/ z9 Bleft luggage., c$ [8 R5 ~6 ]7 n/ @7 p- N* U
And maybe one night the same dream" i* V0 R' r7 m+ \
forgotten on walking;
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9 A/ a4 h5 p1 n. w4 dBut every beginning
9 s- a l) Q* v( q% Yis only a continuation
( c0 x( E6 y" _3 A" [( Z- Q, m+ Vand the book of fate is
8 g# B2 M! l. ]always open in the middle.
, e2 f$ x' P! p9 M1 W6 U3 G8 KTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
2 u% b9 U% S/ j E5 KTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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