Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska


3 x% \7 u9 d$ X% ]5 oThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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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?

I would like to ask them,
/ Y! L$ B0 M" Q3 @  fif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
: T; p3 B- P; x+ k2 w+ rface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
/ x6 ?3 |$ `1 k6 O/ l0 u5 }- 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.

Not quite yet ready
! I; A- K* T. `; H/ O" \to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
0 v) R. f$ ?/ }2 N; m; \and stifling a laugh,
- U# [( _. H; K  m5 Nescaping ever further;
+ v- |  ~3 D* |# h+ i  @There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
; d9 h0 N" x, b/ ~# O% ]Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
! y, C3 H$ A* e3 h* @this leaf flying
, R3 j# i- J4 w( V3 q: w! N1 Vfrom one shoulder to another?
' h- X/ R; j- l5 {2 j1 ASomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
' k2 h* l& O8 S2 k* Y5 iin the bushes, in childhood?

0 w' u* f4 s& D. G5 sThere were handles, door bells,
' c* f  R( N/ U& Y5 J9 p1 ]; Vwhere, on the trace of a hand,
2 `) E, c/ a2 m& }1 D0 Oanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
) N9 o7 D& [1 r' r6 U/ cleft luggage.
9 P7 `. v# a$ X+ E; @: |& F$ [And maybe one night the same dream
+ u% T5 c3 G; p4 j* r& C) lforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
  R5 F2 _$ z  H# Qand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation 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~!