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Love at First Sight
" b( \: x- q: {8 @by Wislawa Szymborska
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: P3 r9 p5 e" PThey both thought
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This certainty is beautiful,5 T; Q' ~( l. m Y" h! t$ y& v, S2 s
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,4 E" ?! u6 U4 E {8 L/ n$ `
nothing had ever happened between them,
% m' L0 ?. z* k) Z; U, f% jThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
5 P# p2 d2 S3 Q! C; TWhere they could have met so long ago? s" t n9 F2 v- Z7 `
' G/ K( q/ R6 w$ I- E/ pI would like to ask them," V' _5 D+ O6 {/ B; H
if they can remember -7 H+ c, l) n3 t4 }4 B0 B
perhaps in a revolving door% F3 x' z8 i4 A1 E9 x
face to face one day?
$ F$ k- P7 f7 zA "sorry" in the crowd?8 }& r ]- O. b+ l2 x- @* @9 V
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?( q4 R, i- j9 q& v
- but I know the answer.
2 R p2 ~5 E* v7 A0 u0 sNo, they don't remember.
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r' c" r! d+ z: T4 e( A0 lHow surprised they would be* K2 s8 H# g0 S% d4 ^$ c7 r
For such a long time already5 a3 }# f0 H1 t% Z! q: u0 H" t
Fate has been playing with them.
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, b9 t+ A. P5 j: C; A3 VNot quite yet ready
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which brings them nearer and yet further,7 L8 ^+ {, _$ t2 B4 H& d/ i
cutting their path
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escaping ever further;
+ i& F7 ]7 {/ |" t. GThere were sings, indications,
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Three years ago, perhaps
4 G6 A/ ^/ L8 {/ Zor even last Tuesday,
; G3 e+ B G% l1 _( p# othis leaf flying. H b W9 V: p; L
from one shoulder to another?' h5 Q2 A; ]% A. P1 d; p w$ V
Something lost and gathered.
& G# H; J0 h/ r, \Who knows, perhaps a ball already3 h. e$ |0 d O% w2 q: l1 |% U
in the bushes, in childhood?
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7 f9 K! ]- a0 x1 X! P; p1 WThere were handles, door bells,. m5 K/ A4 f- d6 t. s# t
where, on the trace of a hand,
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suitcases next to one another in the
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And maybe one night the same dream
7 Q1 J) l: j/ Z# Hforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning9 a4 f5 ?# A V
is only a continuation5 Y% N0 t0 N. G0 s* Q/ J0 I+ E
and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren' w0 O$ v- k3 M u' n: U
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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