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Love at First Sight
& {% }( K3 V% r _- y' A3 ~4 Y" A) S) _by Wislawa Szymborska) ~$ G0 Z& [% W2 Y+ o* d F
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They both thought9 i; T5 j$ T0 N
that a sudden feeling had united them/ N5 [( e8 j! z8 L) g; f, I
This certainty is beautiful,
* N- D, `( M) xEven more beautiful than uncertainty." x. v! h" \ D
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They thought they didn't know each other,6 C, T( Z$ i5 \0 x3 w' [, D/ V
nothing had ever happened between them,3 [7 ^5 h! Z7 z8 K- x* w
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,8 f4 ~0 g+ H) l$ k
Where they could have met so long ago?. P' F; ~, `1 z, ~. h: b* {- o; D+ Y
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I would like to ask them,
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perhaps in a revolving door; _: S# w, {0 Q l4 {% S- F
face to face one day?+ M! W3 y) \, _2 Z
A "sorry" in the crowd?& y2 |- X I2 c1 Y, q$ t8 Z n2 \
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?8 r) @8 |9 i( e7 x$ h% d
- but I know the answer.5 ~8 `% d3 h/ S/ O, @
No, they don't remember.
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( r% {$ g6 |$ w$ Z& zHow surprised they would be
; o# q/ N" j- J' H: W0 a9 ?7 U0 kFor such a long time already' l7 i" p7 W# p* o# S" Z
Fate has been playing with them./ {+ Q% u2 p7 i2 K$ c9 o
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Not quite yet ready! a- r7 r+ s" n2 P- k/ H/ V
to change into destiny,
7 ]) e' ~3 x+ T; v6 [6 fwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
8 T) l/ ~& Y8 l( C- f4 e/ }& _cutting their path8 J0 P2 n r5 C0 C( }0 N0 k
and stifling a laugh,6 |! n3 |: w; S: p( _' Z# r3 C. z
escaping ever further;
0 i2 W- z1 F- d/ e4 IThere were sings, indications,( U0 V; F' @7 l# N/ F6 d3 Y
undecipherable, what does in matter.
* s) ~# k" s- \; R% m( y4 r2 V& @ j; qThree years ago, perhaps
! S# p3 f) H A& v! p8 Zor even last Tuesday,
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from one shoulder to another?
1 x% Q1 `8 M; u6 r6 ^! v8 |9 |Something lost and gathered.
$ [: \6 I( J' j% r6 w4 W5 N. j+ EWho knows, perhaps a ball already
9 V3 J- Y7 d8 R# |. }6 N! ~% R2 Yin the bushes, in childhood?+ K' J: `: T U9 ^& j: U. x: O" G$ v
) ^% U; W: g' M+ eThere were handles, door bells,, j# A, P1 g+ `+ U* Y
where, on the trace of a hand,
: n) M: [, O1 ]' ianother hand was placed;- r A# K: E8 x+ ~( _( U; V
suitcases next to one another in the
& j; T9 Y6 K% X1 kleft luggage.8 c( y3 O1 A0 a, F) [: w
And maybe one night the same dream1 w0 a5 { T6 t3 B5 u
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
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and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
* `8 M8 }7 O/ I' DTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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