Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
- `7 `4 C/ W3 J7 m9 f' k6 |by Wislawa Szymborska
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% N( R7 i' k7 J8 D: J& [  EThey both thought
: ?) C3 l0 e$ H2 d/ ]/ j7 mthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
. y" B( f, a" ^+ q3 iEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
8 d: P/ U# s, U- Fnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
* O' j- d3 `, v! i- B$ |"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

1 t! k- o! o9 _/ j9 Z. QHow surprised they would be
, k* d% l6 _) aFor such a long time already
9 h5 Q2 T# a) r3 SFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
, }& ]: q: \7 m8 [: |to change into destiny,
+ A) P: d& F. k3 u  [  Awhich brings them nearer and yet further,
  y/ }5 ?" h9 }. Q# _cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
; J" m  K- w- K  f$ y4 h% B- eescaping ever further;
& U6 g! b" [9 \$ o5 X$ \There were sings, indications,
3 G/ @! T- e; e  U" |5 _$ X7 ~undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
0 z, I  Y& e' h+ S" w7 \this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
" n+ C( i4 W8 S% [, aWho knows, perhaps a ball already
2 l! T$ j$ o8 C+ O! F" y' s& Kin the bushes, in childhood?
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/ H" o4 `; O5 C; T: i4 B2 k7 R( z7 ?- HThere were handles, door bells,
( M0 a, n/ b" |$ _$ ~where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
  F3 s7 d0 {, S! B7 C- fAnd maybe one night the same dream
6 Z2 \; k$ N! |5 s0 ?' b% @forgotten on walking;

$ e9 V" v& r7 c+ X2 @) RBut every beginning
is only a continuation
3 u8 ^; n8 J8 y9 J; X! C0 ^and the book of fate is
+ l" s9 H; K! J8 J' talways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
" E; p9 H7 I8 [# l# j: Z6 d4 PTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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