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Love at First Sight
$ ]' N1 T3 z0 W: x) H7 oby Wislawa Szymborska$ Z' P' R( m; ~5 F* F5 j" S, x
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They both thought- N3 `9 g/ W' H
that a sudden feeling had united them
- c( C5 A# D- r# rThis certainty is beautiful,
+ G8 @. [+ _6 i, ^0 p1 NEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
( T) j M4 |/ k$ |" P, ]7 ~# Rnothing had ever happened between them,
1 R4 k- ~8 D, `: H- EThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
; P) K! @: Z: o& sWhere they could have met so long ago?1 Y/ X! d$ U6 B. g6 I. P' Z; @
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I would like to ask them,6 x H) d6 Y. \3 w
if they can remember -! P5 P% b" g0 w( c$ ]
perhaps in a revolving door
; A+ S% d, | T8 j% [) }face to face one day?
* [! H& _* `; wA "sorry" in the crowd?; O( [1 r* O. `
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?. l/ Q6 {2 b2 @+ L* P$ [: _2 e
- but I know the answer.* {2 B$ @: @- N
No, they don't remember.( F; H: \" _- j9 c9 ?4 H- @6 P( W
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How surprised they would be
4 |5 q' p9 j8 C6 X) D7 UFor such a long time already
2 B$ @) G' v2 b5 rFate has been playing with them., d$ J9 ~4 p( f* ] Q, D
# W; M. n$ u% @2 [9 z+ L. tNot quite yet ready
) Z( \' N4 R, G0 V2 f4 Gto change into destiny,6 c" L/ x: ?/ X
which brings them nearer and yet further,+ z$ u( d+ ~$ H* T8 \, h
cutting their path9 w5 F0 ^5 ^9 h* X1 q; g9 V7 |
and stifling a laugh,
$ b Y b) H- S# Uescaping ever further;
2 p9 W9 ]! n4 Y1 d. S; \/ SThere were sings, indications,9 n3 D/ S; ^6 @ B4 X) P
undecipherable, what does in matter.8 O. K) E5 H; l$ s! {
Three years ago, perhaps5 c, Q+ x( _% N @
or even last Tuesday,, k7 y8 t* l! X4 m. q9 e8 \/ k
this leaf flying
0 y. k# q5 s! H5 t" L9 \6 ?- S& Z! |from one shoulder to another?( [- ^7 U, a6 k" E
Something lost and gathered.
3 ?8 e( P& h/ i7 f( e& [Who knows, perhaps a ball already
3 L6 L& H8 J9 H% m/ Q* H0 ~7 h9 ]in the bushes, in childhood?# u/ F6 V( n/ K0 f0 @* s2 O. v
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There were handles, door bells,
7 x& j$ e: Y* s. ~where, on the trace of a hand,
# v& O2 }9 E0 F: [: `9 vanother hand was placed;! Q+ `! }/ S4 ~5 |1 B
suitcases next to one another in the
, g# S& f4 K. ~9 N9 h- Eleft luggage.3 D; P( W/ a6 ?- O/ u: v3 y
And maybe one night the same dream- @* Y* e' {8 @2 y9 r/ F3 Y6 [6 ?
forgotten on walking;
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3 m! w, _" d5 D0 q$ ?9 D2 HBut every beginning7 m# ^) E, p" Y
is only a continuation+ C0 O# |" [1 G+ [. o O
and the book of fate is
. u( Y; F7 A' F D0 P) ^always open in the middle.
7 V( K/ L4 u+ R$ C$ {5 e$ E9 s' T$ ITranslation from Polish by Roman Gren) Z) r7 k4 B# j1 a! o4 `2 r1 G
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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