Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
3 q8 w: I# ~1 m% L9 c6 b5 uby Wislawa Szymborska
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/ n% X2 I/ f7 ?0 ^They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
! A$ B4 A" t- Y+ Q& }' f. X/ ]/ {nothing had ever happened between them,
, N6 X. {0 Y+ D% m% K6 g9 SThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
: J4 M; |* U9 KWhere they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
7 F, I6 ^0 ~) rif they can remember -
( U7 t3 V3 `. B9 l& Wperhaps in a revolving door
4 a* f! T/ F6 y  Vface to face one day?
8 A/ ?! o- P% N; J6 c* o6 U$ {A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
( I4 ]  K! P1 h1 pNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
, T) z. C9 D; e4 k; |, {For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
+ A8 ?5 j) n* t$ O) |9 ^( @to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
- L8 h9 I+ U8 P3 G3 `cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
* L: Z+ |: A$ N/ P- B4 @escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
8 b4 J  u" d* D9 }undecipherable, what does in matter.
, r- p% e) i& _0 X- s4 eThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
+ B0 I8 x) l. Ufrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
  r0 V/ S2 {' W' C  u) eWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

5 G, q& `( Z$ j$ v2 X* YThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
. y! X8 s. k2 ]) n5 i4 dAnd maybe one night the same dream
: F. `9 B! D) K/ P' J; zforgotten on walking;

& Q) z, D1 D; ?; ABut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
, H4 V) [0 f4 v( I* GTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
  I/ \# v8 C8 cTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

晓晓晓晓

向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!