Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
; T% p& d8 p6 }8 a1 `3 Wby Wislawa Szymborska


# H! n$ y& z2 t4 g' fThey both thought
  C2 c4 x: W$ j6 @2 t% Mthat a sudden feeling had united them
' W, k! U. c! ~$ J- w7 ?This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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. _: y' O' t% N3 U, M- ^They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
% C9 j( R: u- V3 N) NThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
& z0 Y1 |6 B) L4 C' |8 T$ z) EWhere they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
7 \! a  D) G' \. _' uface to face one day?
0 X  y5 T! U& z$ ZA "sorry" in the crowd?
( E* ^6 R+ b% g( v: d* n+ P- I"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
7 R; S) \4 Y7 Y8 Q2 m- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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# Y+ }- A2 b# v, O% THow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
. \! @4 ]0 g0 F. m& y: MFate has been playing with them.
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% b8 e/ g* D4 j' B; G+ bNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
3 y9 J0 W2 j. U0 U4 \9 T0 C7 t& dwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
, o5 z! B1 b* }8 yand stifling a laugh,
$ _4 I6 u' C2 w7 P- }escaping ever further;
0 p# ?* t3 x: }* J/ CThere were sings, indications,
* d+ {: |  X+ e: H2 G3 tundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
* n% _, ^% H, ]+ V) l  Jor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
  W4 ]% h$ [# H$ x/ `# M* Nin the bushes, in childhood?
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8 K# ?/ c( E. f3 j1 b. [: WThere were handles, door bells,
& W1 w9 Z: b# g. A1 Ewhere, on the trace of a hand,
, {; F1 P  ^6 r: c% fanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
6 h: I* O& {( e/ P' Z& B1 s8 Q6 ~4 ^forgotten on walking;
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, h" m! L. Y- a' QBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
- l% z# d( G! ~" q& h9 y! WTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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