Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
0 X; c/ c: \# zby Wislawa Szymborska


2 P3 N' V; ^! e# x/ F: Y( `, x  w3 E; @They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
  g) G9 W& n2 {* S1 H- NThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
1 b/ k; w+ H) a# P1 i% {% `nothing had ever happened between them,
" L/ e# |. o4 h9 F6 V! j& aThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
$ u, `% y" U  n$ cWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
# A8 T+ C5 o* P4 j( x7 Pif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
9 I5 `$ C8 N' b& DA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
6 P3 E7 O! N* Z6 J) f- but I know the answer.
% h7 n% V* t8 y, B, CNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
& P( i7 R1 y% J! [5 s0 jcutting their path
) Q9 A' d- W% a2 v6 I5 N3 Q8 y, cand stifling a laugh,
( F3 A: _# k; f5 L# a! eescaping ever further;
# `( Z" J8 u$ U% a- PThere were sings, indications,
, i* T+ Q0 x% S& b, }) Eundecipherable, what does in matter.
# T* r# @2 v$ I* j$ {0 k7 `( e9 \Three years ago, perhaps
8 P7 H1 E* r& a1 p* Eor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
' A$ _/ A, c. ESomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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0 w& T  A# T4 R+ `/ wThere were handles, door bells,
; `1 k3 T5 z9 u! h0 K7 ]. _2 Y, hwhere, on the trace of a hand,
7 e0 v3 m$ H& u7 V/ {! yanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
5 X* O- ?% ^+ [- v+ H) F6 U" iAnd maybe one night the same dream
1 _$ x5 o* s* ^4 Wforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
9 R2 d# J/ \# r( _; r5 v& fis only a continuation
* ?* V, A" _7 Z0 yand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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