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
+ y' k3 {1 u, R4 ^: r! v" MThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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+ V$ W% M+ `$ h' C8 wThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
1 A5 C8 N) o0 ]3 iThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
# {% r! e6 U5 d' T( \8 X4 Uperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
3 r/ L% E- J9 q  @% s* E) [' f  GA "sorry" in the crowd?
* s8 J2 {' _4 d; J/ i"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
4 i( ~7 F- ^8 F) A& a- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
' o: G/ e5 t1 ^' y$ C6 a; b' ]For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

. O, I# p+ v( q2 ^+ {Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
: X5 @: r, [/ e6 {% d4 fwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
/ s. C+ t; E1 i4 _and stifling a laugh,
2 f3 r" L5 \$ e. vescaping ever further;
! @6 K' ?+ d: ?$ [+ j2 z0 ?There were sings, indications,
* K5 Q9 X7 L) [7 q1 X  s2 b# Zundecipherable, what does in matter.
" o) z$ J2 ]: G# P2 LThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
& R3 Z& }/ z2 q* L$ |+ e5 M* gthis leaf flying
$ c& f0 K2 Y& L5 V# `/ ffrom one shoulder to another?
1 v; U9 i; D% H" KSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
3 b, g0 R& \! V5 Q- g+ T. g; W4 Tin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
$ i0 ^( R, {4 @+ ?another hand was placed;
# P% ~, {2 b, s" `suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
8 ^7 @+ h& Y: O1 qTranslation 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~!