Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
! q3 R  l& _% C' tthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

- w9 S& r. ~. \6 V; B1 xThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
, r. o# O  D5 n& K" KThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
/ q+ Z8 d( X2 Z2 v' q% T5 m* t) EWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
7 z0 L- {6 t1 V- r- I8 J- i( zif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
' ]2 Y3 H" Y. h8 W  t0 R' o/ `3 h; Bface to face one day?
" ]# g2 z9 L9 O1 H% gA "sorry" in the crowd?
0 j5 r5 q. K, F; z' @1 i' b"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
* R0 Q! n; x7 F/ c) M; A- but I know the answer.
0 \: d( _5 @5 y0 a, U1 x( B( ANo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
2 Y% X" p% W% L% C. kwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
' {' s5 r- ~/ ^- p) O! t" Y0 l4 v* Tcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
1 U7 ^0 u; @" F; `: J! H2 |+ \escaping ever further;
5 g( ~; t/ M9 f+ @  z5 t3 n8 bThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
4 t& ^, R9 [7 M! p9 Xor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
8 r* h+ x* }  E* X+ LSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

# g1 ]8 |. D! x9 o3 dThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
- o+ ^/ M9 i  |  V* msuitcases next to one another in the
1 y5 a: J+ g) x, v; J$ ^left luggage.
8 `7 e5 H- [2 @9 C& \And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

" o0 n1 H5 k& oBut every beginning
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~!