Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
. K8 Z8 l% h; Y5 O( `; @3 ^by Wislawa Szymborska
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! M- E, L) V& eThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
+ n+ l2 F; S) I8 oThis certainty is beautiful,
; t( z3 `5 U4 F! mEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

4 E  h% o- i! d( U% w% ]. [They thought they didn't know each other,
, Z6 S1 i+ A7 L) U6 d; n5 xnothing had ever happened between them,
4 Q# G8 `+ {7 A& u  @These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
4 J+ T1 q6 _) z4 lWhere they could have met so long ago?

  [# n0 h( ^+ X2 u: v: C+ vI would like to ask them,
1 R6 _$ c$ Q0 {3 e/ Cif they can remember -
6 }6 F  C4 [3 a, I& R, b/ ?+ o4 Lperhaps in a revolving door
" ~5 b# F7 `: A* \$ F9 Wface to face one day?
, |  A9 k) s0 w7 |A "sorry" in the crowd?
0 U. J/ S: O" b6 n"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
2 n, c* [0 s+ T1 J  D) h  ~No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
2 n3 \1 B, ]8 C4 c6 uFor such a long time already
2 n# r  c$ \: V/ R0 TFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
& G5 q- x0 _# I/ wto change into destiny,
& s& s4 |0 e& Y$ N% m, o2 ewhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
; Q6 s5 _7 A, t9 v: d/ {7 ?/ _1 BThere were sings, indications,
) O/ X7 A3 x4 c6 l% Q+ @6 jundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
9 L  {# L' s( j: {4 F0 N! y5 Mor even last Tuesday,
/ n) n+ Z# N6 E: l' o& Gthis leaf flying
+ O5 n( \% \+ P: j; y5 [7 Y7 kfrom one shoulder to another?
, g7 t0 H) ]. jSomething lost and gathered.
4 m- {1 N" ?8 p, e) gWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
2 f: F. S- D7 p! M  W* R3 `* Wwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
( J/ E' ?# K/ u8 e# O) Ysuitcases next to one another in the
0 G! u0 I; W) H3 N" Rleft luggage.
( u+ H- m& y2 S# H5 a+ T7 R4 pAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

& t1 V# y7 N4 E6 Z4 X/ f8 j" e3 sBut every beginning
& s7 I, ?1 m- B; v7 tis only a continuation
* a2 H* Q0 W5 Fand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
( A1 C& K0 V$ G# o5 D( JTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
% R; o: n- w( y# R2 j  d8 j; P9 qTranslation 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~!