Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
6 n0 N# ~8 K% q" S+ E7 Bby Wislawa Szymborska


) J9 C. H* e) |" ?8 Y4 qThey both thought
$ d7 Y; U7 {8 v9 R. {that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
2 p1 S$ i2 @' YEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
; b  G5 t, d/ t" C9 s, ~1 Qnothing had ever happened between them,
5 U$ `: p% L4 }These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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. z: Y6 @$ a! }, DI would like to ask them,
2 d% x# o4 X, X0 q! Aif they can remember -
9 v8 Z  N$ W* hperhaps in a revolving door
! F, n8 V. k: ^( }! N/ qface to face one day?
/ B$ X2 \5 e" Q( t" H7 r+ W: rA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
( i2 ?$ M! F1 ]- f0 @No, they don't remember.
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- `+ B) N* B2 R6 XHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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9 r4 Y$ e. ?' ?) ~Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
% {, _2 h4 y! {& L9 W  Wescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
% H$ k; Q3 \* j1 w: S% c3 X# o6 {4 ?undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
3 s: f: p  Z; Q1 l' @9 p4 @or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
4 G4 }# n. r5 n; z$ q3 |from one shoulder to another?
3 \/ Q' z& p" ^: g, Q# gSomething lost and gathered.
- J' G6 Z; j/ p. XWho knows, perhaps a ball already
1 H) B& G7 q7 `/ F& s0 M6 Bin the bushes, in childhood?

. U+ _- i2 e2 Z5 f2 sThere were handles, door bells,
# E3 K- r1 x) m6 w: X* h7 Wwhere, on the trace of a hand,
! q+ o3 h, L% n  }- ]9 U' _( qanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
2 a; r- \5 k0 f$ Q. a# d3 bforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
  P. G# d2 U3 M6 j( m* ^is only a continuation
and 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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向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!