Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
  N& s0 X; u- f4 y& Uby Wislawa Szymborska


% d3 V5 K2 [; ]1 S: QThey both thought
" R8 a' F3 O2 y  g/ f+ rthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

; |9 P' m3 ]" p$ k6 v# M5 {, l0 dThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
9 q1 q8 F1 u7 l7 W8 \" kA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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2 I4 N! r8 D7 R8 X1 XHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
" V  A# `. J* p; D) P9 s9 Dcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
8 u# `2 h4 Y+ x5 w: q2 E1 wor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
% B7 ?9 L+ o1 l* c- f1 USomething lost and gathered.
* s: a1 I0 n: j# j9 J3 ?9 FWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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# G( R9 _0 I/ S% Z+ N- I& fThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
9 z1 t+ J; ^! W  B$ q- ksuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
0 w, I. c" r1 t' D( P5 ?5 gis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
+ V* X: ^" T6 g+ g1 t9 s/ ualways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
1 V: @& H0 Q2 q1 p9 N; STranslation 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~!