Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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3 W* D4 L: B4 gThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
6 ?3 ^+ {0 ^0 a( h+ J3 HThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
# M3 l$ t* [6 E$ @nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
0 M9 D9 y6 q/ o% t& L! H3 YWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
$ m5 o( g) D, r. q( q) E# pif they can remember -
7 F, S$ a6 y$ L7 _7 S8 c4 operhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
1 h) I0 k" e+ h"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
4 V/ x4 m9 `2 a% ?No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
7 ~- Q. }0 g% k/ ^' i* Q7 YFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
' T& U( y( J4 u  R5 Bto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
9 w( F9 y" U- a7 ]; }: o  sand stifling a laugh,
0 g% l$ {0 ?; u! Lescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
) t& e- V3 m* V$ }1 S9 oThree years ago, perhaps
; T' ~. H1 E& n' O; ^or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
( J5 p- p7 E7 |Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
6 q' M; l  W: Cwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
' Z5 t! c5 ?, C+ |( T! ^suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
8 v3 ]; ~( E6 B8 C7 F3 mAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

8 x9 F) a- A2 M, K- EBut every beginning
is only a continuation
/ o# p+ \, Q# s  Zand the book of fate is
1 k+ G5 h, I. j; Jalways open in the middle.
$ F2 N  d. ?- H) X& ITranslation 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~!