Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
% a$ ~  x+ B6 @) H  r; r: K( uthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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6 V& s/ T  ~, K& vThey thought they didn't know each other,
& L2 L! F) O7 Tnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
0 r/ v4 [1 @4 PWhere they could have met so long ago?
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8 {3 }$ l, a% X& w% ?) i, NI would like to ask them,
- A0 J& r4 G5 N( b( Lif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
' H' J* M1 M9 [+ S. N/ |A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
& s$ v# K/ i% k7 HNo, they don't remember.

: D, e/ i2 v" GHow surprised they would be
. m* b5 h7 x5 `6 j+ y, GFor such a long time already
4 N; }& h( Y7 J; p- q6 a/ m$ D/ D- dFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
8 @) q% G; J0 V* M: Uto change into destiny,
* ]* w  ]* v3 h/ ?: |; L- g9 dwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
0 f. b6 w9 [7 h! I. a. z- dcutting their path
, A  u* H5 l/ O' |* \and stifling a laugh,
; Z# U$ l% B4 g/ B% Jescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
- A" x* k* _/ Y# UThree years ago, perhaps
" D& p# J0 `1 F" ^7 n' k+ \or even last Tuesday,
% @% p  V9 n" Y7 ~$ a, I( N1 vthis leaf flying
$ F$ g, k) l. K1 J- X) Mfrom one shoulder to another?
, t/ X' G- {2 i8 M" Q2 C2 g* o1 h, USomething lost and gathered.
, q3 R8 }2 m; E0 R6 A3 lWho knows, perhaps a ball already
. j0 m7 Q# J; ?2 i2 `$ Win the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
% r: c3 _. d1 t; Bwhere, on the trace of a hand,
$ F/ @5 v6 `0 @1 canother hand was placed;
: S! q$ o6 s  ^% N) P0 ^& Zsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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7 C& L4 c' l% B, @- CBut every beginning
is only a continuation
- W7 l2 H5 I  h& {# M6 b8 |and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
' K, P+ e9 d, x+ q; ETranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
/ ]( C% _! h% f! w% H7 v3 FTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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