Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska


3 r3 ]& e4 w7 P# R' {- q! s5 n4 BThey both thought
. v; i/ r5 m& Othat 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,
* t0 e( r! o$ N# DThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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* e1 k: P: l' r: F* l+ CI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
& l% H: r/ V/ H+ `. q6 V; qface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
) a5 z$ @5 r+ u" a& z- v& e- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
; k3 ?, E, q/ U) F  K6 Q, m% LFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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$ `+ A/ x% h' Q3 V9 v% ONot quite yet ready
! c8 A- \& g. j* N. a6 A5 |/ s2 U) I8 l0 Zto change into destiny,
5 [3 F5 l: x& s9 d+ \0 Nwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
6 K& _5 u/ u4 ?6 D3 p0 |! B! Ncutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
% e7 T& f3 P, A5 \1 |; K, V7 Yescaping ever further;
+ ~. T! t- l  d5 zThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
- H4 L) n1 b3 p- H& [7 AThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
( z. [, t8 A) |from one shoulder to another?
- ^- m0 s  D! k* @  NSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
' P* O3 s% n( x6 o$ M/ kleft luggage.
, r3 W6 T9 `! y. L# Q7 |3 gAnd maybe one night the same dream
* X4 \: J! ?3 hforgotten on walking;

" ?2 w% q  ^+ hBut every beginning
is only a continuation
7 m- f# D. U# x1 q; u) Xand the book of fate is
  F$ D( r& t5 t; Q; T9 o4 l& calways open in the middle.
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~!