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Love at First Sight& _, T. x4 z! L: L1 E( q0 ~4 b
by Wislawa Szymborska# o7 w" B) j/ N; M8 X; P' Z2 N
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They both thought) P3 f" Q: C' b
that a sudden feeling had united them
( ~" K6 A0 w. S/ n2 |( T3 qThis certainty is beautiful,
& B# z2 k) i& _Even more beautiful than uncertainty.$ n' i$ v6 _0 z2 T2 L$ [! U: F/ \
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They thought they didn't know each other,. y% j$ p1 V1 g; y# X1 g% |
nothing had ever happened between them,. V, C( v1 O n' Q+ F! b
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
" L: I/ g2 c) Y4 kWhere they could have met so long ago?( L5 @5 k& n5 S$ l( c8 o
. }" }+ ~9 [* E- l0 F1 E) A" B, HI would like to ask them,1 I, l* b _+ h: T6 E5 j/ \" }/ y
if they can remember -
; O$ l2 e* K% K- B0 k, pperhaps in a revolving door! {' i$ n1 P t: C: f6 A2 v: ~0 H
face to face one day?% \) G) F+ o7 d
A "sorry" in the crowd?
; Q: W4 W% S3 y! v"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
9 I. U3 }" m' g& V' `- but I know the answer.
9 e q9 Y G' ?, j! J% A1 iNo, they don't remember./ m# Y* |& s9 i. e1 d4 J8 w4 Y& G
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How surprised they would be7 E3 _/ a1 ~( S$ T5 A5 D
For such a long time already& K, ~" z4 x; ?# U( j3 x5 x( }( k- _1 `
Fate has been playing with them./ l, _, S' g4 _0 J: e, C! @
) F, a* Q# @7 j. r. E5 l+ E+ i4 VNot quite yet ready5 J! L& n6 {+ M: {( ]! k6 k0 i; N
to change into destiny,3 \7 n3 _ D- D2 t5 g: |, ^, h
which brings them nearer and yet further,7 g1 f' \" r$ R; ~. L" Q
cutting their path
1 C# u5 D1 H$ Z- T- l; Eand stifling a laugh,# ] X ~9 ~/ m
escaping ever further;
( Q) f/ b) k+ J) y5 ? }There were sings, indications,* B# f' R7 F6 w/ e3 E' z
undecipherable, what does in matter.
) A: H! }: C$ k9 U. C9 d* WThree years ago, perhaps+ Y/ L0 q; _0 a) S
or even last Tuesday,
4 y x; W+ d7 i5 ]this leaf flying
8 ?* c% g1 W3 w/ }& J) Y7 l+ C' xfrom one shoulder to another?0 T, x, R9 l7 Y5 u
Something lost and gathered.
) c, N! Z! ^6 q1 p* tWho knows, perhaps a ball already
, p/ b" S& @& s6 ]( x2 e; \in the bushes, in childhood?
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' G9 @( p2 C2 l3 E! I* c5 M& CThere were handles, door bells,3 ]$ |* T, F1 G0 r7 @
where, on the trace of a hand,# P( M* e, h9 T# `7 z& q `5 ~
another hand was placed;# f7 a; K o6 F
suitcases next to one another in the$ l( D. [) f: M9 d9 D
left luggage.
5 P8 V8 K" n' |' wAnd maybe one night the same dream
, f( w8 C# a9 n( l5 ?forgotten on walking;
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8 D' J2 G7 d& b2 c9 {4 v1 R9 MBut every beginning/ O/ U7 D( `9 u& k5 i* ]0 G5 }
is only a continuation) c8 Q7 M$ f: V+ F
and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
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