Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
; }& y# k1 s- Zby Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
5 k0 f+ I* J/ athat a sudden feeling had united them
: n. H7 a8 ?5 M8 P2 zThis certainty is beautiful,
, o$ N4 m: L( J6 dEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
, i4 T  B7 D" x) OThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
) a4 Y# A. I& g+ `3 {( D; _: [if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
% y. z2 m# t* \  B/ U: y$ i* Yface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
( X" _& x' }- V* W! Q% T# ]"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
4 x+ e8 z# _# VFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
( {8 X4 `6 }3 D: n6 a( Iwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
7 c2 k- ^# b, K5 acutting their path
% _2 P# f5 F! h1 f3 u; X# Band stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
! f& h9 J2 o' {0 F+ ?* yThere were sings, indications,
4 |8 |! \/ q( H8 G9 }' \# @+ ~undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
2 A" u7 b3 C! mor even last Tuesday,
$ W4 H# d- A; p  U* bthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
9 x, [6 n- p- t* X, `+ I) iSomething lost and gathered.
5 W* C' y+ w& j( r/ vWho 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,
7 w' @+ U; d& X( x  x2 `( janother 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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But every beginning
& l. O' b7 V8 W* T* jis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
( S; L7 [1 A7 i$ p6 falways open in the middle.
8 g/ i4 {/ X; o  r3 |Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
& ?8 O+ W4 ]! o1 mTranslation 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~!