Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
. j* @- I/ H' U% C/ {4 Yby Wislawa Szymborska

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# K* D$ |. R7 L. `% nThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
; O- a  p; Q" z) ]7 B& X& x' u! ?This certainty is beautiful,
4 j) g7 C# [+ y3 e6 vEven 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,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
! J. _) {, M1 Z. L! S8 ~0 o  A4 Z"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
6 i, I( W" f8 n* I+ H1 M4 eNo, they don't remember.

) w" v- U7 ^8 H& RHow surprised they would be
/ \1 R) z- d5 M) g2 wFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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4 i" s6 u" G+ e  e% {9 ?* MNot quite yet ready
" Z3 j* e/ s7 B& o, E7 p  Qto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
: ^+ m2 ?6 K- y4 C  o: T3 c9 Tcutting their path
! g  {, O3 p! Zand stifling a laugh,
/ S: w0 p& U" {  U! a+ j( k/ z: `' \escaping ever further;
6 u; Y# o4 u: A* ]$ ]There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
4 u0 ^  U4 j8 G' A- l2 M, e& P$ O7 uthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
7 C7 H7 B2 e% L9 p4 Oanother hand was placed;
. E4 f4 Z4 y* U  m9 B9 Gsuitcases next to one another in the
) m$ S! e* l+ Y" Uleft luggage.
( `& c2 E( x. O# P$ l, L1 b! [And maybe one night the same dream
" B" Q  T# [+ d2 E" t" h: Tforgotten on walking;
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5 r- [. `9 A! j$ \3 pBut every beginning
; L/ N$ @, U8 s( Mis only a continuation
/ s; c! A2 X& e) wand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
- {  [" X3 f/ iTranslation 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~!