Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
4 n, i. d, C+ `: A/ m" yby Wislawa Szymborska


+ |6 K9 C# ~3 W# Q/ f1 b: kThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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$ u5 l( C4 W1 |5 CThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
8 s% i/ ?/ i( u) ]/ FWhere they could have met so long ago?
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, h3 s5 O& f) BI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
! C5 r+ l  @( E0 P& Wface to face one day?
& b& |/ J! u. Q, L0 o: LA "sorry" in the crowd?
/ r2 z7 W: Y! D# Q5 l6 D8 \+ J  U* h"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
) _5 {; c8 _0 c8 H* v- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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- j! Y2 V* Q9 ?! U" U8 w/ Q4 w1 Q5 eHow surprised they would be
! F$ B) D6 k  J& _1 dFor such a long time already
% D) o& D0 }$ k0 ?4 V2 WFate has been playing with them.

- N: h/ R! V# `5 [: l9 C7 D8 iNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
  U7 V- b* r8 F- `8 R* x& dwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
9 `5 B0 s4 M( f0 wThere were sings, indications,
6 ?6 ?2 ?/ G5 J$ J. Kundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
! O( e' H( k$ dor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
! ?3 d# k. n/ R1 {+ hSomething lost and gathered.
1 K- P3 O+ {5 Y. @Who knows, perhaps a ball already
4 Q: H$ j4 f% F. T3 M8 x4 d. ^5 W3 T, zin the bushes, in childhood?

- N4 O3 L5 d  j* ?% ZThere were handles, door bells,
' a# Z0 ]# Y; b! Xwhere, on the trace of a hand,
/ o: P* d+ W# fanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
+ y: l# B) {$ b& m& Bleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
2 \* z& j  S  Z/ Q' tis only a continuation
9 R# w$ v# n0 i3 S# ~! gand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
! H5 Z' ~5 w3 T2 \5 XTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

晓晓晓晓

向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!