Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
2 K5 W: {; Q0 c, R) B: }. gEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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" T+ W8 ?+ Y& hThey thought they didn't know each other,
9 C1 c% m6 k. ^$ T  f, X! Z5 dnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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; O+ J6 [6 r2 x* d" {I would like to ask them,
4 g6 a. K2 Y. f: yif they can remember -
; ?& e" m+ R* p' Q- l9 C2 Xperhaps in a revolving door
- E! H4 b% \, F# G6 eface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
: S5 _' K$ t* d, k7 M" q) U7 U* ?# ~"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
. {/ \! l, Y; P# R8 x- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

- j' e/ b) V' C. y  A$ cHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
* c9 N1 I( e/ `  M, CFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
) a  K/ n2 [0 f- N; G$ N1 Fto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
  r4 E7 g) a0 k0 M" j8 bcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
& [$ y  A! F4 _escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
# ~8 d: j. k2 ^: ]& WThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
2 ~  P3 Z$ z8 Rthis leaf flying
8 Z2 k- Y/ h& A$ O+ S  D) Vfrom one shoulder to another?
3 |8 U; @* T6 J, O+ ySomething lost and gathered.
5 I; _# Z( R4 F, ]+ e( WWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

- |9 o. [5 h, x2 A% e/ C2 rThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
* W5 j6 l( A0 w" g; e. @9 \; Tanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
( r3 b( k/ B3 X7 D2 eforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
! U* k6 l9 I. u( B2 \: ?: f, H5 B3 oalways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
$ i$ Z: \/ b- y% z. o/ _Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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