Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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0 u! P- i5 }% _$ S" OThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
! J: S# L- Y! v6 G# _8 vThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
( B, N, k# _0 }$ ?5 inothing had ever happened between them,
5 p# P; ]3 `5 P! [& _These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
! w6 f' |9 g5 W  n; k4 o! jperhaps in a revolving door
0 ^+ r3 H& e' _( z5 \9 Q) u) `7 w( |8 dface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
8 j0 l9 d5 I2 ^$ s7 t1 P"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
; t: q$ C3 ~: ~$ z2 A$ ~No, they don't remember.
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! L2 p( n4 L' a1 j/ nHow surprised they would be
+ t+ w& a; i# s- ^8 R9 iFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

+ p- ~+ C! b( I& R( kNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
6 A( u) k+ n5 D4 o8 awhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
" C$ @( x% z; Q5 S& cand stifling a laugh,
9 O/ j7 A0 \4 B* R+ \. l$ }escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
1 \1 Q( K: o/ J  N+ _& C1 uThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
# S5 \3 D3 I, C* nfrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
! h/ Y2 _7 d) Q3 gin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
6 k& i+ R' i( i6 N/ I1 ~% Canother hand was placed;
8 v3 w) U, k9 c. c& B7 Ysuitcases next to one another in the
; N! O2 N7 T+ P2 Rleft luggage.
' C, J. Z2 ~! q$ u1 UAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
& i% [& @, T% w7 Xis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
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7 {( P' E$ P/ Y. C0 B, |Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
; ^" @. S8 N2 F0 ~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~!