Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
5 \9 @# X2 m& t9 u. U3 p9 V+ Athat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
- O! m, A- G5 L5 [( c. unothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
" U5 c. ^! @2 C) v" W  ~Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
* y; p" i4 v& T2 m( a. \' Jface to face one day?
) l; G. R" Y1 ^3 ]- OA "sorry" in the crowd?
6 L$ V1 a$ E) n"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
: I; X4 Y8 j$ h# f. ?- but I know the answer.
" d7 g" }4 m( s# l+ _No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
3 v4 m# c+ L4 F# Sto change into destiny,
; n5 K7 o  L3 ~8 z; C5 Lwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
6 C; m+ A5 v) D, t9 n% F  gcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
1 |0 N6 l6 }- k/ @3 i9 j, M: [There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
% y: G5 H7 n$ M$ g! z1 wor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
4 r0 I- W3 k  K4 N$ E8 A3 sfrom one shoulder to another?
, w: q* M/ C( oSomething lost and gathered.
$ Q$ f' Y, o+ A, NWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
( D* f4 ?9 Q  K/ {* ?+ z. o$ cwhere, on the trace of a hand,
4 W" M8 z, I- J: d% j0 C0 K+ [! ?another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
; V8 V. |) Q6 `8 cleft luggage.
' v0 i$ F4 q7 F+ G4 i! k* _And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

7 p- O# O& j" I6 F: a- CBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
9 Q; w$ Z9 ]' ]5 w" I5 FTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
# K6 q6 l5 a- OTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

晓晓晓晓

向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!