Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
' e$ C" r* }- a% Sby Wislawa Szymborska
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+ A; @" l7 p; a5 I* z4 B6 _& XThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
( D& y) m9 E9 {" j$ }. j8 H/ OThis certainty is beautiful,
( q" _$ a( z1 ?$ k; uEven 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,
0 Q+ G+ Z6 I9 [1 o+ b! sWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
9 ^. q8 E$ W3 F# h7 T5 Z9 b2 zif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
8 ~! I' W5 M/ T6 `; [5 J% `9 H; v% eface to face one day?
5 L# w1 \" R! S# D2 w7 N, \, @; Z( o# eA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
4 g1 |4 _4 o% p$ N7 J, ~( t- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
5 ]% O& b1 h4 o/ QFate has been playing with them.
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1 ]! }  W9 u5 ?# N* i& INot quite yet ready
6 \! O; L. r* u; S: f  [to change into destiny,
, H9 q3 [& Z4 Qwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
& e$ y5 w8 Z9 y( L/ ?# {cutting their path
+ u" T. `) y& v" d6 N* zand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
5 Z0 ~, @9 `7 m) k& q7 \1 ?6 j- a7 U5 iThere were sings, indications,
( F) W+ b( n0 g& l6 r# tundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
' @# Y! l& Y5 @2 Bthis leaf flying
4 o6 P4 p' k, g% c& Pfrom one shoulder to another?
4 N9 K6 H3 c" e. oSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
' p0 {$ r' r& F# ~% ^& Lanother hand was placed;
! _" f: L- B, G* i) f$ A# C. osuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
2 t/ j5 M- L% F- |+ a+ P2 nAnd maybe one night the same dream
% I, D9 b1 X7 @. }3 E0 Mforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
9 _( p) r! j, Z- n6 E# lis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
# w* L4 z# j: k+ W* J6 E- Q3 g$ RTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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