Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They 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?

7 F8 R! q6 _: GI would like to ask them,
% c4 k) x  _$ o% Y0 vif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
+ t  ~  r0 [& j- f0 K! ]A "sorry" in the crowd?
+ C( B3 M/ U" v" p1 N8 p/ w( ^% G* q"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
: c$ b- Q: `6 I! o5 a$ i- r- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

% a1 r6 \0 |0 y8 y8 c4 a$ ?Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
- I' Q$ I% j6 A+ q$ c* G. N/ d% ]& Ywhich brings them nearer and yet further,
2 b9 W; q# K) [7 |6 ^, B5 {, t3 _% Vcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
8 U* R- @: _; x0 p4 R) }7 Wescaping ever further;
. I3 N& c) M( yThere were sings, indications,
: l1 L2 k# S. {undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
3 }' I" n; B  c% ~or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
4 J0 b3 k* r4 }! r& @6 \from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
0 m  L; u' Q- Q' m9 [in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
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suitcases next to one another in the
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And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
% N; j# s* A+ [and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
8 N$ S5 @3 V5 x* lTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

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向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!