Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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" j& W0 ?" D9 p8 Q! e8 R& p) s8 QThey both thought
: r& \3 D' W5 g8 Sthat a sudden feeling had united them
" y' B  u; g+ \, D- `3 ?This certainty is beautiful,
Even 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?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
- x6 F! x% Q  V3 XA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

0 u8 h: G: u; {$ y$ h; s9 J8 ^How surprised they would be
+ I: y( W- p3 P# |For such a long time already
; m( t6 I9 [4 F" G+ O- o# pFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
- f- u% P. s$ g8 R# Kwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
6 ^8 O/ H4 ?% C) x/ y9 dcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
5 h+ M. \4 T# {1 f# W  ?escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
; q4 I4 V: A; cundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
$ L+ d# g. M- J' ?7 c; nWho knows, perhaps a ball already
  G1 x' U& Q. g4 Rin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
3 T& s8 |6 L- `/ j* n5 n8 nsuitcases next to one another in the
- u2 Q0 W; a# [) v$ xleft luggage.
7 ]+ [7 V9 i- m( Z2 Y7 [1 FAnd maybe one night the same dream
7 a+ V7 ]4 y$ }5 B" l* P  Yforgotten on walking;

. b3 [2 w  G. JBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
9 X- d6 e& ]' E) v9 Y  Z1 n( gTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation 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~!