Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
# l; K  ^4 k, ?  L6 Zby Wislawa Szymborska
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) Z7 w6 Z/ B1 bThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
; g$ u' p: l; u3 X6 @% t% L: t$ |Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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' V, Y+ X7 k3 W8 w& _They thought they didn't know each other,
  H$ W& g% _" h8 F3 Enothing had ever happened between them,
$ C, A. F; }! HThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

9 F; {. `3 k& D1 a: x+ @- aI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
, F1 u# X& n' rface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
+ i  V6 E3 ~6 `5 Q" h0 B7 w4 B3 a; |/ `"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
" B+ H0 \, l/ `* p7 b2 G1 F- but I know the answer.
+ R( {% U% Q, |* e1 X4 aNo, they don't remember.
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6 _: S/ n7 `- q1 ~How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
: K/ a1 X( o. @Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
2 r& O$ k* \+ V: m& S( qThere were sings, indications,
4 |, e1 b7 D) x7 e/ Z5 r! {3 Yundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
# P2 K% v4 y) nSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
# P: V# q! T, x9 X; k( \in the bushes, in childhood?

7 Z: S! D0 c2 Y+ ^' EThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
; S2 c5 h9 o+ U( G0 Hanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
9 d+ x( g8 ~; @" l/ Hleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
& ?8 j( F. y' o3 X% M0 Iforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
" Y" t( D. y9 U1 k; y4 {always open in the middle.
3 c1 a7 Y- K6 T4 ATranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
( }4 U; {+ l. D( W: [( Y  eTranslation 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~!