Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
2 W) e# i! j# }5 |8 jby Wislawa Szymborska
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- Z" \8 r% m1 t5 I- T3 F% J9 JThey both thought
% ~; {; {8 n# f7 Sthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
! U8 v, Q; c+ y5 F5 ?% F9 gEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

4 I5 K/ r. n6 [+ N) LThey thought they didn't know each other,
) d4 P: _1 J7 O4 f0 |nothing had ever happened between them,
& L/ O! R; n# B% B- fThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
7 {+ e- B% z' b/ k3 w7 ~if they can remember -
! X+ l) d% t9 i0 wperhaps in a revolving door
* L# \1 G+ m/ v4 _- ]* ?) kface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
$ `- b; h" u9 |+ h; M( K- f# X- 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
1 Q; ^. _5 m4 E+ [$ lto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
) }# W/ L$ V- S' M8 `$ t* I# wThere were sings, indications,
/ f' ?! a9 _$ ?! r! `undecipherable, what does in matter.
& M, p+ O( C5 X( Q8 V: f/ {; J2 YThree years ago, perhaps
6 }; G; Z& l: l: |# U) mor even last Tuesday,
2 }. ^3 B2 ?) e& O; j  t  h: bthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
/ Q* b; Z) I0 m( F% g* F' cwhere, on the trace of a hand,
+ s2 G; ^4 [0 Banother hand was placed;
3 H" x8 a: L* x4 |& z: Bsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

! e" Q5 M9 ~6 e& i2 X; k0 Z# k3 V( RBut every beginning
) r1 W- ^5 q( M% t# Lis only a continuation
9 Y: h& ?. h: S, `) a9 V/ ~# Q* u; }and the book of fate is
) t' x" ~; @; ^! j, S2 ^' malways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
7 |4 l$ o9 K3 ?Translation 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~!