Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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# H0 }' X! w% m9 L5 N0 AThey both thought
6 n1 g/ x1 _# l& d" M1 Rthat a sudden feeling had united them
8 I: n9 s3 h9 YThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
! P" O8 A2 Q3 }5 a% FThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
2 P, u) o0 H8 s# I3 }& dWhere they could have met so long ago?
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" X1 O) Z' b" H! w+ y7 q; vI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
' a9 D6 v! i8 U4 I" _  x2 K. lface to face one day?
# U$ F3 ~" s% I: eA "sorry" in the crowd?
5 q% f& _: G! t" P) Y  v5 w$ T"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
2 f$ s7 x! a3 D3 z- but I know the answer.
- L) m* _$ g, U! u6 y/ VNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
7 `- V' f$ ~! y* h5 \For such a long time already
4 c+ D; s) x- Z  r! y/ NFate has been playing with them.

# E' ]' I! D# G4 S! r# A, r: k' WNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
* U0 a/ l/ ?- k5 dwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
+ n/ x  i5 F! d, P3 d+ h& |% E, Uand stifling a laugh,
! R3 d  @1 A6 _' F. p: F; _escaping ever further;
8 f9 C" [7 N) t/ B% nThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
9 G9 G+ c7 U6 A  k# R* H) P  qThree years ago, perhaps
* _; D: M2 z- [. n& }or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
9 D, k, r6 _' x7 ^  i/ efrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
" B9 Y6 s* L8 s0 @' k& ^in the bushes, in childhood?
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  ~, n* H% F. _2 C, N  LThere were handles, door bells,
) s6 s( G( Q# k' bwhere, on the trace of a hand,
5 ]# {; z# ~0 I5 o& }another hand was placed;
3 m& @& `+ T  N% ]8 hsuitcases next to one another in the
9 W3 A1 @6 p, t1 t# aleft luggage.
: S- ^0 _$ J  k2 |/ m+ `1 jAnd maybe one night the same dream
1 W0 j6 _/ b: q! K2 O, n$ }% z! bforgotten on walking;
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/ {0 k' K* n3 @% [But every beginning
) `2 T; [! I3 K5 Kis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
% a+ W% \7 i) w2 _# ~always open in the middle.
( w1 q: {. Q! wTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
. L( P: W; _+ z* @/ ?) T: }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~!