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Love at First Sight
& o' H9 {+ P" Fby Wislawa Szymborska9 I3 v8 X* H( z5 x* A5 y0 _
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k8 D- e; q! dThey both thought E5 Q- X! d2 P, o* k( H* }" B+ f. C3 H+ O
that a sudden feeling had united them# q$ @# O, L) ] G+ t
This certainty is beautiful,
; R. v: N3 e8 A" tEven more beautiful than uncertainty.: w6 r) l7 u3 s, x3 R
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They thought they didn't know each other, o% t X, {8 `! W, [( [
nothing had ever happened between them,0 `# t( ~7 V) N: o
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
0 }9 @6 b6 @; R% UWhere they could have met so long ago?5 s* k! _8 k: W- I3 c7 G
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I would like to ask them,
* l N2 ^6 a8 u1 Uif they can remember -
- _+ U+ G; S+ n9 t- Xperhaps in a revolving door
3 E' ~9 ?/ Q6 [5 N3 J+ y- p8 `face to face one day?4 y+ j6 O2 D g. i0 S p0 ?% K
A "sorry" in the crowd?" }+ c3 ?) J/ g! I; H
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?" e- \0 z. h- ?- d3 A# Y' n
- but I know the answer.
/ w; I" y. ^) Z; T" YNo, they don't remember.% _- @$ C0 m* A9 y$ q, ?, x1 ^/ N" {
1 t0 [1 X2 |; Q0 O7 s- ~1 [How surprised they would be1 s! l5 O* v) `) u9 m+ Y1 [
For such a long time already
4 Q/ e# y- `/ u% B( d2 [Fate has been playing with them.- `$ u, N% `& d. p& X1 m6 t
0 N& @& F0 J. QNot quite yet ready, n8 V1 y. `9 o% a
to change into destiny,# o$ P9 x8 e, N) O2 W* E9 o; g& q
which brings them nearer and yet further,
' u5 H& E. J$ }' X7 |7 \cutting their path
6 f {8 x. f* I0 tand stifling a laugh,
! ]$ N8 J( `( S6 c; D6 hescaping ever further;+ R, {2 [! [0 g0 s& n2 U' }
There were sings, indications,; w7 o$ q- U5 q* F" E+ S* ?
undecipherable, what does in matter.+ b; z& K/ ~ V' g9 K% i
Three years ago, perhaps# i% n3 J% N, b- M g
or even last Tuesday,
. k8 @2 I9 ^" j+ m0 B' m0 H% xthis leaf flying& [3 B8 b, D7 c3 f/ h9 {' q
from one shoulder to another?
* M8 ~2 ?$ d {, _& [Something lost and gathered.+ w1 `" [* `& f
Who knows, perhaps a ball already* `8 ]+ @0 Q0 n8 p9 V. }3 x
in the bushes, in childhood?. y/ i/ @. [) O" R. i
! y! C7 ~: h8 ~/ ?( S* l' HThere were handles, door bells,
, |8 n+ P! O0 H3 ?$ Lwhere, on the trace of a hand,
# E* M( ^3 Q; H* o! s, M$ H0 x7 Canother hand was placed;9 [5 E1 {4 D: h$ i* @' g
suitcases next to one another in the
) r( \: S" [7 t9 z9 p5 J" Dleft luggage. W( C1 L. w; Z2 q
And maybe one night the same dream4 P2 i2 k+ b3 w0 P- }
forgotten on walking;. u& ?' m$ d0 ?" t! E+ v
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But every beginning7 E" }; c6 O" E# }: Y
is only a continuation
4 }) g" Q5 ~4 B5 s. Kand the book of fate is
4 F" m: j5 s. X& x1 f2 W6 ialways open in the middle.# T4 P |' E. e5 l1 u
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
- p, D1 z/ ^3 W/ z8 o ]- `Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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