Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
4 q; m7 n$ B) \" U7 Qby Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
8 y) @6 R/ K+ Z! g0 Lthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
3 ]6 g8 A, `+ gEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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5 L9 q* l; `5 z  m, EI would like to ask them,
$ P: A$ }, F+ U9 v- W4 V' oif they can remember -
, f/ \+ }# x( Q; }" {/ iperhaps in a revolving door
6 ~. r+ l$ W7 T4 t: }4 o7 u: W% m. `face to face one day?
2 X( F; `1 ^! i( P  u( B7 RA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
3 ~: Z6 \2 u0 u' V$ b- but I know the answer.
8 b+ ^2 a+ b+ ~No, they don't remember.

& \3 @0 V1 M4 _. k7 b: D; H$ THow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
1 T! Z" a% ^# g6 k3 V# mFate has been playing with them.
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" n4 }% a6 j: L. \4 LNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
9 Y1 R7 {8 v8 R; t4 e! Xwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
7 l% _6 [) b1 EThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
! G- {1 E: \0 `5 d) s; V$ ZThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
) t4 N( y% G* l7 e0 Z7 h  d* Yin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
( }' l! g( a- B3 B% S9 v, ksuitcases next to one another in the
4 t0 j$ D. Q5 ~0 I; }6 V7 G) Aleft luggage.
9 j/ S" g1 H8 t4 G2 E$ y1 yAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

. {  ]3 ?7 Z  w% ~% Z5 H0 J( lBut every beginning
is only a continuation
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always open in the middle.
8 y' M( Z$ ?: O7 p/ s: ?Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
: _: t- Q& _: j5 z; h+ x8 w8 oTranslation 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~!