Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
+ l. I" \7 Z# r! C& d# `! @9 Y7 S8 ]by Wislawa Szymborska

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1 a0 t0 T$ a2 ]# H) f4 C7 Y* d4 fThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
, C, g/ n5 n" V9 z+ i' l6 UThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
7 }) N( W, B5 W' \  k! f  ^nothing had ever happened between them,
+ [" F' N7 w; L) h& \* LThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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% c. z: a8 s$ c7 oI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
' O7 Q- \( u! Z8 s0 u7 ]9 pperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
* |5 ?- @$ W( [, GA "sorry" in the crowd?
+ S% p3 C$ Q& f+ T- ~1 v"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
* f. ^- \! @2 l2 n7 W! r( ^9 KFor such a long time already
9 D8 o/ D0 V, Z1 T) RFate has been playing with them.

4 H3 Q+ i, M' }Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
7 g; u) k( Y1 x( y' TThere were sings, indications,
1 E. g# i% u% qundecipherable, what does in matter.
" H2 _! M$ f- ]% t- b4 Y; u- u1 G3 eThree years ago, perhaps
6 N$ ^+ i5 j$ \2 Tor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
+ g$ F/ y( ]& y* V* [from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

  Z5 v/ y4 R5 S. A+ Q% X# t( OThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
/ K6 S, A) C8 |% panother hand was placed;
+ p. ^$ g4 h3 }suitcases next to one another in the
8 c! L- K* S. z$ sleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
1 O1 b$ e. ]9 L# Kis only a continuation
9 p5 A; J9 r, e" K8 Pand the book of fate is
& [% g  C: @4 @8 halways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
( X  {$ j) {; q9 I# WTranslation 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~!