Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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2 E' U  v0 j& w% K+ }They both thought
# V& Z. A7 M* k" ^8 S$ v* ]; z0 p, ?that a sudden feeling had united them
& g2 z0 P0 X% d7 y* WThis certainty is beautiful,
) \* F4 [& r# {4 W  S) D- U$ CEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
  J; y. r$ \3 e# `These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
% Q6 X& \# M$ S) [# x- F; X5 pWhere they could have met so long ago?
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: v6 N; g. v& _) P/ gI would like to ask them,
9 F7 K# X4 Q4 S+ iif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
- r& U$ R  Z1 [9 D+ s+ b* y/ W9 Sface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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9 E: L, Q  M$ M1 Y; a5 kHow surprised they would be
" Z2 t% G: h8 f- t' s$ SFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
1 b7 C0 @7 B2 A! J, ~2 N$ {1 _escaping ever further;
7 A  z& N" L) I+ w" yThere were sings, indications,
1 R" c/ T8 a0 ?5 x7 ]9 H7 m+ _undecipherable, what does in matter.
: L& K* N' S/ }7 Q1 kThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
" d& U4 m8 H/ S9 A& h  Athis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
1 Q; }# |4 h  J; g" g2 BWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

9 n: n! @4 n/ x( W6 Z6 g! yThere were handles, door bells,
" B0 L0 ?  F( E% y. j, x' r. iwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
5 |2 r; Z# ^' r$ w% y) C* Rsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
2 b9 M2 X" ~2 b6 s  }% N; Halways 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~!