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Love at First Sight) `) H: m8 V) |7 y
by Wislawa Szymborska+ r" F6 d$ q6 D/ o0 Z* g4 }
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They both thought
! W y" S$ d$ C4 xthat a sudden feeling had united them
i1 a% d, V: a( IThis certainty is beautiful,- B6 e. I+ q/ H4 c
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.' P# o9 [+ {+ Q! m& }
( k5 ^6 ]* x9 E1 P, G/ _; ]They thought they didn't know each other,
- z1 p) l9 F' f `8 Znothing had ever happened between them,
: @7 y1 v& Y) k9 MThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,* V2 |, N% }2 s
Where they could have met so long ago?1 o( F6 n8 q/ _4 G7 M: e
5 b1 [. ~0 N( h+ v3 h8 o) ?. n- g9 NI would like to ask them,
6 k. ^& ]8 H% b3 c, ~! Hif they can remember -
* E1 R: | F6 X* ]perhaps in a revolving door
7 a7 D# O) c fface to face one day?8 K) H; B! Z$ `+ n7 g+ u. n8 q
A "sorry" in the crowd?" O4 }* F5 g, K6 f& l" z* g
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?! o8 ]& j5 l! Z2 U% `9 W3 E
- but I know the answer. ^7 h) U1 g' M8 a- {9 `) r2 P3 n
No, they don't remember. r6 {, M# Q- S4 Z( f9 d
O9 X5 t- `) ]4 B$ ^/ H, }/ a7 G: HHow surprised they would be9 L1 p @% T* m$ U* e! l9 ]* l
For such a long time already
, {: V- Q' ] Z; N. oFate has been playing with them.
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/ [2 h) Y( A0 v4 j2 G; iNot quite yet ready& B8 K7 w! P( n) W5 f* z% W
to change into destiny,, Z! W5 Q6 ^8 t6 v/ w
which brings them nearer and yet further,2 ?% r+ ]6 P% J5 O& z* E6 w
cutting their path
- n4 c) d0 q# Z% Z$ p! Gand stifling a laugh,
' }. D' I' t: ?( g6 W7 k) L$ iescaping ever further;: C- e# x, \2 N& R1 L- D5 q# l, j
There were sings, indications,
7 l1 L$ g; I3 }$ f% u! J( F8 Y2 dundecipherable, what does in matter., M3 G6 j9 B4 k, v4 d
Three years ago, perhaps
* Q- r s# Z* I; e# i4 ~or even last Tuesday,% k( b2 E) C& x4 I6 w9 M* H& g
this leaf flying
1 |$ Y2 l8 }2 d% ^from one shoulder to another?, q% Q& h( J1 c( V5 C
Something lost and gathered.
& z- m3 _$ C4 \& M9 H6 Z5 d) JWho knows, perhaps a ball already! @5 U: l1 U+ l+ z! O- d/ |
in the bushes, in childhood?
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) H5 Y2 n$ x$ UThere were handles, door bells,
: p- P _" k& ~$ B5 O5 pwhere, on the trace of a hand,3 J. Y3 u& c* A
another hand was placed;2 q% d1 p( Y2 L& U! O Z. f
suitcases next to one another in the* g2 w% T& Z, N8 V
left luggage.
' { ^; e! @, c5 r( F, k4 ?2 s% r, R' ]1 WAnd maybe one night the same dream0 J$ j0 ?1 z% ]9 m7 D5 S
forgotten on walking;( J' Y5 K: Y$ ~3 S% y$ F
0 I3 R5 b1 ?$ L' nBut every beginning, ^- j, O9 m) Q) k, o4 ~
is only a continuation
9 f7 U* Q2 A0 S4 C5 ^6 h4 Pand the book of fate is
) ^2 Q. d9 c/ T, G" ralways open in the middle.4 O$ _+ j6 Z# _$ Z& `8 n! R, P
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
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