Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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- C+ r5 s' K1 o) }4 @& LThey both thought
; G7 D  X* W6 `) X* wthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
# k0 z& L3 s/ L6 E% U% WEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

" g) M$ N1 T3 X2 E! c* Z: n% eThey thought they didn't know each other,
9 R9 z3 l$ r" U2 i$ F" S% N! Lnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
9 y( {) W" X' j/ Z7 |$ gWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
% l: W2 N- D2 D1 ^if they can remember -
9 J4 F6 Z2 s2 W! W1 H: dperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
* R' X. Q/ q' f& zA "sorry" in the crowd?
4 [5 [& F# n; Y' E5 T" F3 G"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
6 Q' _# p0 [0 I+ W0 k6 o+ d: C% X- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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# I: v' Q* Q# B3 MNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
! v7 O; @+ o( z  ?6 Gwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
. i& F. y6 c& Rand stifling a laugh,
1 r/ Z& h8 y( ^( H+ Mescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
1 n# p: {1 z, sundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
& W' i& M0 s" g/ }/ n  p- Sthis leaf flying
# b7 L) ?! l3 ~+ p1 i- e; pfrom one shoulder to another?
  o, g! i) A8 \$ D, o" J; ]Something lost and gathered.
8 }) j, h, I( J1 ]# H0 |8 V# YWho knows, perhaps a ball already
: _2 F" Q) W/ \/ ]- uin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
- n. Z3 b7 A; B7 Hwhere, on the trace of a hand,
: E$ Y: x2 }$ Banother hand was placed;
( U$ Q( g1 w) ]* Nsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
8 ]8 `/ b$ D+ M& {/ Wforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
/ F, V- {: E5 I& h. ]2 Q! wand the book of fate is
5 ?  E- Q& _6 Qalways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation 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~!