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Love at First Sight : Wislawa Szymborska / Peter Seelig

Lugano LongLakeLove Festival by Peter Seelig

Lugano LongLakeLove Festival by Peter Seelig

Love at First Sight
They’re both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they’d never met before, they’re sure
that there’d been nothing between them.
But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways –
perhaps they’ve passed each other by a million times?

I want to ask them
if they don’t remember –
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a “sorry” muttered in a crowd?
a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver? –
but I know the answer.
No, they don’t remember.

They’d be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.

I understand and i wish to continue by Peter Seelig

I understand and i wish to continue by Peter Seelig

Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals
even if they couldn’t read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood’s thickets?

There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night perhaps some dream
grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA (1993)
Translated by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh

Something else of being returned to another past present future thats even older than the past

Something else of being returned to another past present future thats even older than the past

Amore a prima vista

Sono entrambi convinti
che un sentimento improvviso li unì.
E’ bella una tale certezza
ma l’incertezza è più bella.

Non conoscendosi prima, credono
che non sia mai successo nulla fra loro.
Ma che ne pensano le strade, le scale, i corridoi
dove da tempo potevano incrociarsi?

Vorrei chiedere loro
se non ricordano –
una volta un faccia a faccia
forse in una porta girevole?
uno “scusi” nella ressa?
un “ha sbagliato numero” nella cornetta?
– ma conosco la risposta.
No, non ricordano.

Li stupirebbe molto sapere
che già da parecchio
il caso stava giocando con loro.

Non ancora del tutto pronto
a mutarsi per loro in destino,
li avvicinava, li allontanava,
gli tagliava la strada
e soffocando un risolino
si scansava con un salto.

Vi furono segni, segnali,
che importa se indecifrabili.
Forse tre anni fa
o il martedì scorso
una fogliolina volò via
da una spalla all’altra?
Qualcosa fu perduto e qualcosa raccolto.
Chissà, era forse la palla
tra i cespugli dell’infanzia?

Vi furono maniglie e campanelli
in cui anzitempo
un tocco si posava sopra un tocco.
Valigie accostate nel deposito bagagli.
Una notte, forse, lo stesso sogno,
subito confuso al risveglio.

Ogni inizio infatti
è solo un seguito
e il libro degli eventi
è sempre aperto a metà.

Wislawa Szymborska (da “La fine e l’inizio, Scheiwiller”, 1993)

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