Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
: ^1 d, s7 _4 `by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
; w( R' q( k3 `3 R2 xthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

+ n# n/ q: Z0 T' c  M3 d! DThey thought they didn't know each other,
5 t: Y3 n0 x% E# |  q: }. b; q1 Z' ^nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

2 d: B1 d/ q2 t, U! U* vI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
* ^) L9 q) Q3 v, OA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
) f' M) p& l; ^* {% ?- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
4 Y- X& T* k4 ^" y. E2 ^* gFor such a long time already
5 n, @5 X' _4 Q: z) [, FFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
% C5 s/ }/ b: N; q. L( zwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
8 L+ B/ a  @8 m* T* Ncutting their path
" A$ D1 A* }( t0 `* Zand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
) a0 O8 w9 R1 N( Q0 f+ JThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
# Y# w9 Z6 D, O; @5 h  ~from one shoulder to another?
$ D4 b- L6 g) t# \4 RSomething lost and gathered.
# `" e. S6 L+ [8 U6 p+ ]+ sWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
: S6 I* z) t) Owhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
$ }7 I1 e$ e  M& [/ z' Lsuitcases next to one another in the
% ?8 R( U2 G+ l; m' H5 r2 Vleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
4 i& ^4 S4 W$ q5 ?5 Z# Pforgotten on walking;

5 n0 e" U8 u) N. xBut every beginning
7 v% x. ~" d% Fis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
% |+ O- H. S: |+ W/ hTranslation 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~!