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Love at First Sight+ M; _9 g. C' d9 i% Y
by Wislawa Szymborska" x/ ^* z: Z1 Y& r5 F* N
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They both thought. B3 G1 @2 [& D/ w4 |& V5 H
that a sudden feeling had united them
0 X) ^1 g8 l4 i" j6 Z/ Z( mThis certainty is beautiful,! \" ]6 S( Q+ O
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.& `1 V; X* `( q( f5 ~3 j! C
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They thought they didn't know each other,3 q, R, n0 F$ D- c K
nothing had ever happened between them,
, [8 K' e, }/ @6 t3 h: D' `3 lThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,; i4 `% X" O) u2 D; Y% @7 |
Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
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perhaps in a revolving door
; X! v& K6 Y! c! M0 L8 m& R& Dface to face one day?4 r! s: ^; O1 C
A "sorry" in the crowd? v6 J7 z0 p) ?& Y
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?5 x' _: i) X+ T- F5 u
- but I know the answer.! B: w x* D/ z" i5 v
No, they don't remember.$ U# r$ }4 u) A! g
; R z# q. c! MHow surprised they would be
9 P) @& D/ [7 h3 N: o1 OFor such a long time already& \& K# o# z2 U( t* c8 P, i' x1 v
Fate has been playing with them.
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3 K* E3 ^9 x$ ?+ lNot quite yet ready
/ B4 T+ Z, ~7 gto change into destiny,1 j+ H+ P2 f( W0 o: L% o2 w
which brings them nearer and yet further,
* K1 }& a: ]* F! i7 zcutting their path4 [; k+ y) A3 y% V$ B3 @ ~" x
and stifling a laugh,
9 I3 Q8 [- q' C, O" `( i1 Oescaping ever further;2 Z& c. w+ w4 D
There were sings, indications,
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Three years ago, perhaps
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this leaf flying; w5 z. j7 S* c1 a( t
from one shoulder to another?
9 U8 e+ {3 \. s Q- n9 VSomething lost and gathered.: T& B1 I z* `' C; n" R0 y
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
4 b( [+ c/ z9 i: W2 {in the bushes, in childhood? ?( a% X. ]* Q% ?; j
2 B1 N, o% \ CThere were handles, door bells,
! i( t1 X, G4 Twhere, on the trace of a hand,
, N7 o# }4 g! J0 z$ E$ {' |' r" M$ A- ]4 }another hand was placed;
3 }' j. W% x4 E# V7 hsuitcases next to one another in the0 l0 S+ S( E$ R: ?# w2 q
left luggage.; }. q5 q" M& g v% r! w. `
And maybe one night the same dream L! K ^5 y/ n* o7 G
forgotten on walking;* U, G+ S: B+ m) [
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But every beginning2 j& w1 r0 J0 N, M
is only a continuation
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always open in the middle.9 z$ A3 L# L+ f9 h8 C }# J: z. M8 P" e
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
' C0 C2 _+ c( p. b) r$ V" j+ g: D9 ITranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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