Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
* [# U  Y; K: ]8 P% _% oby Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
+ H, ~$ E1 ?3 u2 l/ B# Hthat a sudden feeling had united them
3 \  p/ {. _' H; j- E" M1 b0 XThis certainty is beautiful,
/ `5 z/ @9 L+ X9 z8 HEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

; }  T, r0 z0 E5 }7 U( Y( s& V$ ?& YI would like to ask them,
" p- G! g. V$ n* ?" C# Qif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
# H# v& P3 o' K' @# c* ~face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
  w& a" I/ A% M& O- B6 f"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
) ^1 H: ?% s! X6 i6 r' O- Q- but I know the answer.
+ I- A6 e+ l' m- _4 PNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
0 M. j$ x0 D7 k4 y. V2 uFate has been playing with them.

3 ?# c+ u4 r+ C1 [1 s4 hNot quite yet ready
( |7 d( M% c! g/ K6 |) cto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
- n( d1 S( O- T3 |: E2 F( zcutting their path
2 B0 u! y# n1 S1 w& ~) L! L$ Gand stifling a laugh,
% w8 H, Z" T" ~0 D. wescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
, c& K4 k* Z' o7 k+ O: Z, ?7 hThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
' C' k2 \( y6 O" x: bthis leaf flying
6 b! a* a  z0 @1 ~: o6 qfrom one shoulder to another?
9 l# L: F4 F5 k* B% T) FSomething lost and gathered.
3 z, A& M6 _9 Y2 @  a  w' gWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

. h, M) Z* S: \1 A0 n7 n0 ~% CThere were handles, door bells,
. u1 k7 A# A2 Y, R: K9 Lwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
4 [( _, f3 X8 L, O# K3 n4 ~7 _left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
5 n4 l, e- n  p" D9 Y7 Uforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
# n: ?' l# [6 y( b5 ?& Vis only a continuation
/ M; O  T( f- J+ Band the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
3 d3 {7 w) z% q  |2 W% gTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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