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Love at First Sight. f! N$ u/ Y, k. V& m
by Wislawa Szymborska5 {7 T0 ]4 D4 D( a' j
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They both thought
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8 f) h7 s* a5 uThis certainty is beautiful,6 N! Z0 f( p2 G [# m3 @$ h* s
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
- ?9 E: M: I% q6 j; \, jnothing had ever happened between them,/ a' Y& G, t& `* N" R
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,2 C. g( K& q- c; w5 N2 J! K
Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,) ?" r! f" q/ n0 n* [0 M9 b I1 u& _
if they can remember -
- A: z1 |* r2 d" E$ X3 Operhaps in a revolving door
+ S4 n$ N9 ^" X$ L: L7 R. n! u# Gface to face one day?
# D9 q2 h) R }0 ?A "sorry" in the crowd?
9 L9 q' t/ i3 r t3 V" V" p"Wrong number" on the 'phone?& |! P; U( a0 g4 S- e; H; Y$ J+ L* L6 @' l7 w
- but I know the answer.
: u* ?9 J) c4 L1 x3 oNo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
/ X1 B6 j2 M# O! J/ x# V/ WFor such a long time already
$ b, Y" C; V% k8 k% B& {! d; o" i( ~Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready+ n! N$ c" B4 E/ Y; P4 Q1 d. ]$ T4 V3 f
to change into destiny,
5 C% \) ?4 D) e4 hwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
! d1 U7 T4 K, @6 _' x/ T- Wcutting their path
% h( V: k+ `/ r0 B; u, s+ {" r( G7 pand stifling a laugh,
7 j% J# m0 v4 w0 Yescaping ever further;
/ E" m* _' p) W7 {$ CThere were sings, indications,7 `1 y+ z1 Z; A8 _7 j6 [
undecipherable, what does in matter.2 `/ Y; O" d; v6 j1 I7 U+ Q2 B
Three years ago, perhaps8 K5 w% I0 B8 b4 w
or even last Tuesday,
+ Y+ p9 D1 S5 |1 e- |this leaf flying4 G4 G3 _5 a) }& T% d' K4 R7 G
from one shoulder to another?
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1 U6 v4 |; ?" J+ ~9 K% v6 jWho knows, perhaps a ball already) K* e. j) i4 v% M# ?
in the bushes, in childhood?! N. m; m9 l1 p0 X+ |
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There were handles, door bells,
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another hand was placed;& ~8 n' ]; u0 Q& c( V
suitcases next to one another in the" c9 V- F% n( |6 X4 n( h
left luggage.
/ p( t: l: k% W# T: xAnd maybe one night the same dream w" G: n" C) `; P6 ^, a& L
forgotten on walking;& `3 V" o' M& U
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But every beginning" S" e! D. K2 [0 `+ e8 Z
is only a continuation4 I# C5 \3 A4 n. k
and the book of fate is/ V) d0 m4 J. E8 \: M' g& k- p B
always open in the middle.2 l4 G$ e, p7 a: {. d4 A
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren: `1 T: _9 }" U: {: c7 X8 w) J
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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