Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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: G* ?6 \. t. I4 S+ ?3 l& BThey both thought
: S& ]% @/ @6 w) |6 }4 ^( r  z' @that a sudden feeling had united them
, h3 Z4 c4 o/ @  |This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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+ P8 b6 u! f7 [+ j; J2 N5 u8 k' z3 aThey thought they didn't know each other,
# Z% b! c+ z$ g1 t2 \nothing had ever happened between them,
, b; N" f3 R1 V4 {These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
3 {( y( j  a- [$ D" R7 uWhere they could have met so long ago?
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( _- r6 z( j" }- l2 u) P# l, `I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
' v5 e5 A6 z# P+ p+ wface to face one day?
3 [. h8 W7 j1 U! n2 n: }* A; aA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
! S- A4 p5 G% s/ X: t  f; r- but I know the answer.
. M0 _- y4 O0 y/ J1 K' dNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
* G5 a6 t* X) g2 ?, R) r' tFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
0 o5 W: @( S0 M" [" N/ Zwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
9 v) d6 u5 u8 e7 xand stifling a laugh,
8 j5 {- U! X7 u" {6 d% f8 Xescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
2 N) Y) P/ |* T! O3 R7 J* Fundecipherable, what does in matter.
( O* V9 D& `9 A$ w  `Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
' Z$ V: w/ C% q( ethis leaf flying
5 W& n9 b+ ]/ l- s. _! m' @from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
! s$ J: P  u7 K* Q+ \: S0 P6 j( F, Cin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
& o5 c& `+ ]  G% E2 i# K9 U9 iwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
0 Q8 J  G8 A6 [2 Ssuitcases next to one another in the
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And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
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always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
* g" D; {- k( U/ {( \$ j2 \Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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