Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
% t+ O0 Y( V; T; Hby Wislawa Szymborska
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5 E/ y5 Y$ `( [8 `4 m0 M2 b' AThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
+ j. t/ I5 ?, d! HThis certainty is beautiful,
; |0 V2 {0 P( S8 H  ~& jEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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' c6 q9 a4 s* v% R1 \8 M/ qThey thought they didn't know each other,
2 c% _3 V1 x" xnothing had ever happened between them,
# c# F" a  g4 Z$ P- c; K9 RThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
) t4 S4 _  Q9 uWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
/ d( T2 i" r0 m: b8 ^# Xif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
& U/ V' k( K$ G* j) gface to face one day?
/ H% U& c+ k& {7 UA "sorry" in the crowd?
- C1 H. y! l0 G+ D+ d"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
0 S5 M& E  k5 Z" X% n5 v9 e- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

' x" B/ B. M9 Y6 W) L; ?' BHow surprised they would be
" W( u; {  W9 qFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
$ y" Z  K% ?8 a2 r+ u' b; Rwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
: A( u4 q6 O6 `( y3 C* m5 n# Hundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
0 o1 h9 ?9 F/ P- @1 b3 Dfrom one shoulder to another?
$ ?# M2 D) J7 r. `Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
2 ~7 i. P- M3 Z+ f, v8 t1 din the bushes, in childhood?
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1 i5 a) l1 A3 W$ ~! JThere were handles, door bells,
4 b) I0 t% N: z2 t' \' p# wwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
; \$ |: m' x0 x# h; o. W7 Zleft luggage.
9 |9 ]: [# }; `: S; A, OAnd maybe one night the same dream
: ]# {; O% ^" Y. q7 l: s0 wforgotten on walking;

5 q. d) m5 l. K1 c# j% s1 ABut every beginning
4 |3 i+ S/ e: x, s5 V! g' Mis only a continuation
$ c7 \% {% i: a7 a# _* Yand the book of fate is
: A8 {" h; w8 ralways open in the middle.
( |# ?: ]! W. |9 zTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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