Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
5 a: W: `0 S+ m, K5 [by Wislawa Szymborska
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' d/ r! M3 f9 z, f+ RThey both thought
( a6 i8 c# s, U2 E2 x6 ^that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
  @5 ]. M. i" H3 D5 j6 Y& gEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
& I/ C# t; K7 q9 h* W' Fnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
2 V8 Z& q( q: B. ?: w' b' J) ]& XWhere they could have met so long ago?

6 g7 ^7 L( P+ G5 v0 jI would like to ask them,
* J) d  B) z; E" fif they can remember -
* T* m1 f9 h! q) r2 I, z- O: Xperhaps in a revolving door
% ~0 u" n  l! a3 g5 R& b5 L" ]  h2 zface to face one day?
, v; Q3 }# Z& g$ S4 Z' |. v& Y) cA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
1 J& D0 y5 t0 W. I  x: x$ `! YNo, they don't remember.

0 M% D$ `! s. k3 s; i7 d* rHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
, z1 l3 z: b7 G4 A  r: U2 \/ }which brings them nearer and yet further,
3 p# v1 x* r, {' @cutting their path
# ?9 K0 `5 k0 W/ U* Land stifling a laugh,
% z1 D) Q* F3 H* S0 W* u0 U2 a$ o7 |* nescaping ever further;
; X; N% U7 L9 Y3 s0 hThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
3 p2 t' o9 t( M. mor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
9 ~7 W6 j* u  E9 s) ?( I( \: ffrom one shoulder to another?
2 I1 P" k  b# Z( z) R, Q( K( q4 A; BSomething lost and gathered.
$ X8 h( \" f5 r: K* OWho knows, perhaps a ball already
. H7 \/ y# D  o  H6 ?5 l* Bin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
3 V, C1 C1 x+ l# ^( i; dwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
2 o* R7 d/ `" usuitcases next to one another in the
/ `: U0 Y: h0 a/ @$ H: d$ `: nleft luggage.
, V. q6 @* k9 V+ Q& i2 y) BAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

& U) G1 a, R2 i5 I) z+ W) ^/ H* {But every beginning
& ?. D( w8 k$ J. D3 Zis only a continuation
0 Q1 {* w+ f- `1 C$ C* b7 ?and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
. d' `0 j4 V. t, x1 ^Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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