Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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! p2 J& K( e$ W$ yThey both thought
4 V7 O# d' ~, F) i" Fthat a sudden feeling had united them
# `2 W; ~/ S' O' sThis certainty is beautiful,
! g8 k. n4 r8 bEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
! {" d7 d0 l; N9 iThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
2 T9 c) i- n7 k1 ^; v: m# AWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
7 N1 C/ ~) A: K# m( operhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
+ n. r. N2 K; p' h" FA "sorry" in the crowd?
: [$ S/ @: \" `/ s4 q  S$ i( `"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
1 [- i/ B& s/ i' P6 rFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
. a) e) i9 i* G) q8 h( zwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
7 _! z$ J- R* H( |and stifling a laugh,
$ f- F0 f3 d1 n7 p4 yescaping ever further;
$ E6 j) _3 \0 m' g5 C. @& A; lThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
2 M2 G7 B- b5 Q; H, G6 Q: S& w6 |3 hor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
' g- D0 b: B/ P% [7 p7 Y* l/ x$ CSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
1 Y! W; f& i( E! nin the bushes, in childhood?

: ~+ ]- M" f8 l' ?/ A' \# I) @There were handles, door bells,
' r, x7 G* G( M( v* ?6 b! uwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
9 L' t- a/ M" r! e- ?6 Qsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

9 L; ?5 d. U0 m( ~But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
) t, V" U4 j3 q: X$ n' Talways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

晓晓晓晓

向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!