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Love at First Sight6 R, L3 ~; K- U
by Wislawa Szymborska2 i) X& \9 S7 L: V
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They both thought. J; M2 r, @. Y# `' {6 h
that a sudden feeling had united them/ v7 `& }* F5 B% i, B; V
This certainty is beautiful,
8 A# S i6 G, Y" AEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,5 ]# }6 j/ y4 G M, Q5 K5 l
nothing had ever happened between them,
- b* g0 |$ O5 G& D& f5 |These streets, these stairs, this corridors,: y: @# j( s ~# v8 F
Where they could have met so long ago?
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: _! U( K! X N# @3 V. \I would like to ask them,' L7 P. d8 {; S* `& o
if they can remember -
& [! H% M1 `; k9 S+ n8 F; nperhaps in a revolving door
- _# [3 O" m) p) v: Z' ?face to face one day?
2 M( u7 |3 B# N; E% |& ?$ D( DA "sorry" in the crowd?! M N) I* P7 ?6 b
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
3 Z9 g3 ?0 X' h* s N+ J- but I know the answer.
: F* z- B. g! c+ k. o: s0 `No, they don't remember.
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$ u: X2 n* K! R( i# U6 [+ ]4 vHow surprised they would be1 P9 s7 A C A8 f; f; o7 z* y# M
For such a long time already' H2 M3 s) B- @- q0 q7 Z
Fate has been playing with them.( t5 A8 \9 a/ b4 ~, p- F( c. o
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Not quite yet ready
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which brings them nearer and yet further,0 S$ b8 \5 t- m( v! e0 [' Z
cutting their path/ F6 ?2 x" x. g2 J0 I
and stifling a laugh,
, A2 p# _' O; Q' o7 Wescaping ever further;
) b2 G3 g8 m" ~$ G! bThere were sings, indications,$ J, Y7 w8 }- n" Y: W, s
undecipherable, what does in matter.
7 h0 l3 {1 s+ VThree years ago, perhaps% f- R; i8 h: f
or even last Tuesday,3 o# \' L7 }) ?' N4 F
this leaf flying
* K$ q# T) X- L: X% Wfrom one shoulder to another?
; J1 T# D2 n1 @5 [ x6 e. DSomething lost and gathered.
/ ]0 O% X: w2 J7 O. wWho knows, perhaps a ball already
* D8 G: W4 a" A6 xin the bushes, in childhood?
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# \7 \2 u/ e7 J; l( Q+ r8 XThere were handles, door bells,
8 Q5 c* f" p, S5 p& h* j/ U5 Y: }where, on the trace of a hand,
2 Z2 ^( {8 e' C+ Oanother hand was placed;: i! _+ J4 o" |
suitcases next to one another in the! T4 {/ K3 ?4 x; n8 [* P$ H
left luggage.. l, b( ]) B- h5 d4 e7 r
And maybe one night the same dream3 N, D! U5 ^: j' [4 D8 Q, u" e% A
forgotten on walking;# p0 T! k$ }, r' G* ~7 ?
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But every beginning$ r$ D: |$ c2 C$ r0 `3 }/ t$ v
is only a continuation
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always open in the middle.
( p2 f4 k0 n8 s5 nTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren% u! P% W6 Y! M1 @1 J B [
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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