Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
( ?( u# r& L1 o! j& nEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
4 a" }9 |' h2 o. k1 Z( k$ Q5 vnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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  p4 |) v3 U( e' d* PI would like to ask them,
% P7 z8 y* n" F5 m; [$ Mif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
& L; B# q! l& @- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
% N6 K# H! y, e0 p2 P  ito change into destiny,
2 v; p( A3 X) W6 Bwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
6 a6 C7 U2 T8 p* Tcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
) h2 Q5 _! c, i/ a% l6 qor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
1 h3 N, B  j% |2 CSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
+ ]0 e8 y5 N; jin the bushes, in childhood?
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5 v1 y8 d& l) b+ [There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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& b4 n( v3 `% n' w; m. FBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
9 b1 _+ F1 w" |# [Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
5 @. r% P1 Y; F5 H: B: T" R8 TTranslation 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~!