Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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/ v* l5 T" L) O2 T* m4 x7 @They both thought
6 M% |, L/ ]+ M/ d2 i0 q- Fthat a sudden feeling had united them
. S- G0 L6 |! J# FThis certainty is beautiful,
; W. i6 D% M. d2 u) w; dEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
, e3 k7 c8 `9 eThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

# E" }; J* g. g. M4 SI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
- O5 t+ c( O$ g5 X+ u6 \perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
. Y7 t, g: }  u- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
& g! `; S, J1 O. b4 Lto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
! g( M1 v  k  l. ?and stifling a laugh,
2 Q3 m( F0 T* I, yescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
4 ?( T- [9 ^4 P7 z0 v+ cThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
/ f8 w/ [. O# J6 l* U3 F4 uSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
: C6 |" {: w8 Hin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
: Z' p4 C( x; m% Cwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
$ I6 j9 j8 {5 Q/ D! y# D; aleft luggage.
1 {9 }  S5 P# n* qAnd maybe one night the same dream
) Q7 Y$ y' ]! f3 z0 @$ M- Jforgotten on walking;
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( {: X; W& V- PBut every beginning
( n: {9 S- j0 E- T2 Lis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
+ V1 L" ]" w5 O( C3 rTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation 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~!