Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
# @- m$ _: u+ o: W+ N; l) Bby Wislawa Szymborska


7 \9 z5 o( M3 r( J( i/ B. kThey both thought
  ~- @0 k; L$ W8 Bthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
! t7 G9 K' y7 F/ k, y3 T( r: H1 nnothing had ever happened between them,
4 A+ m5 i+ {" M+ BThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
% A: `/ X; j# l0 ^* Y8 wWhere they could have met so long ago?
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; J& i$ C5 {6 h, `1 d" t4 i$ kI would like to ask them,
4 u& m, v+ {% D3 R4 zif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
) ?6 D0 t  f) R& Zface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
- S! c4 v' e/ v- V( K! n"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
$ q( W) g! B# f7 Z- but I know the answer.
7 A+ x$ H" {( }  d5 UNo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
$ P& q8 _& S- P/ e) MFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
8 x% a" j4 e6 \! D' O  }, mto change into destiny,
6 g' f$ w  L$ U8 R' i; ]7 m) Hwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
: A2 b# L3 ?( P) A8 DThere were sings, indications,
; L. v. P) a: B+ r- A( O2 i( dundecipherable, what does in matter.
" p; v! t6 ^0 w% s7 E4 eThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
6 Y6 x% {/ |0 R5 ~Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
3 h. B3 c9 p* a. I1 g, I( A/ r7 }another hand was placed;
- E" C! B+ }5 c6 |( W4 t. a! {suitcases next to one another in the
  M& ]- z( z8 Q& i5 bleft luggage.
- w/ A* t, T9 G" r! BAnd maybe one night the same dream
+ P; P; e* r8 C2 M* P2 J3 Dforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
- ?& g# j; p$ v* ?" v% f. ~7 [is only a continuation
: B' f! R+ {3 u, E/ gand the book of fate is
2 C  ~1 d% [7 oalways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
4 E& {- ^& N$ w+ q9 STranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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