Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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- G; r7 t7 w+ }3 K# r) a% o  P& QThey 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,
nothing had ever happened between them,
: }1 D) d% ~. l% e6 P( @% gThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

2 t4 P9 o* e4 [$ nI would like to ask them,
) F  k9 ^& d7 F0 b. fif they can remember -
% |7 s3 L: K) k, u8 J% V9 C* @perhaps in a revolving door
: `4 V5 X* d) l- wface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
) b* N8 ^" k: l5 i& x$ x"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
/ q+ c. H+ J0 q4 r" ~& KNo, they don't remember.
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' M  P) Y1 e) Z) OHow surprised they would be
% J, b3 F! |( H! M( EFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
  y4 w5 i% n7 M3 Fwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
) G" _/ [6 i7 N6 `. E: Kcutting their path
  ?- ]7 M# |# e$ `1 [2 V; a+ kand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
' a' X. G# H5 G/ ^/ N6 E! ]There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
% G' d' g+ [) H. J5 S4 U/ ~this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
" c3 E) F8 W8 h8 d7 A& hWho knows, perhaps a ball already
" p" U" v2 d- l. R3 Zin the bushes, in childhood?
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$ |" M* H" j1 f% VThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
4 u8 a% p  X: Q7 d6 }another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
% F; @8 W; k( L# l7 ]And maybe one night the same dream
! ]0 l$ D3 T  ]  Xforgotten on walking;

2 {# d& l; d4 w% }But every beginning
is only a continuation
. x3 p6 L. R% X+ o( Aand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
- i9 R" O" h: BTranslation 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~!