Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
/ }% Z# [  c1 }- ^( k, tby Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
! s. V: k1 _; S4 F0 P6 J/ fthat a sudden feeling had united them
9 v3 O9 x  n( o9 KThis certainty is beautiful,
- P' {  s/ ^. z" d* J5 S- OEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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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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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
6 ~6 j, d$ g4 E# s3 Nperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
9 q+ N" G4 X$ D- w9 z: XA "sorry" in the crowd?
' T3 F- f; Z! q# G+ o* P5 i"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
* c' {/ F  O# I5 {* {No, they don't remember.
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% G$ K. r; {4 tHow surprised they would be
# D( u0 p# R6 |5 D5 D/ r' b7 W# K" O- _0 SFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
, C, r3 ?5 Y0 L, f2 Bwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
. V1 X9 f, K/ i& {/ w1 ?4 P8 YThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three 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
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
3 g0 d8 i8 `% g- W6 D% K4 sleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
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and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
9 n" A5 V- I  dTranslation 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~!