Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
$ e5 Y7 e  J4 x: nby Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
2 B  E+ |, l! V7 l) B/ F! AEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

" x4 U" v4 A$ l% n0 T% zThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
# c+ h# E5 O. k" e1 k+ ~  S. ]% FWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
7 O2 e4 [$ E9 O2 b8 Wif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
  p$ r: [2 i: I2 i. yA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
' g. S) T8 i. W5 X; \, Y( YFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
( ^+ G( h1 T: j, G7 B) B2 H& [& b9 xand stifling a laugh,
( y  r- P" b: I. y. N( e2 C' Vescaping ever further;
7 r" U; ^, y2 H$ L+ cThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
& E4 X9 O# p5 S. g7 w: t5 Uor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
2 ?% A5 |% x4 OSomething lost and gathered.
8 f) O, ^$ T) L+ [- fWho knows, perhaps a ball already
$ n8 j8 ?6 w; I$ U* O3 e& H, O6 Iin the bushes, in childhood?

) h3 z8 Y1 j* s3 Y1 mThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
: z& T2 @! m3 Z6 A% n# Canother hand was placed;
% g) q: Z3 q! n* p9 @5 Z5 ^% S$ isuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
* O* j& ^# A! I3 w* X" EAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
* e8 Z; B2 E/ W+ g6 |3 nand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
* ^0 T' `' X3 K, ~: }  I3 V. \Translation 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~!