Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
" `3 k8 g' u* j  U' L  @by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
8 A$ L  W1 H. k; mthat a sudden feeling had united them
  l6 E* h- y6 D; r5 o, ?This certainty is beautiful,
Even 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,
: a% w8 p. z0 tWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
3 o  i3 ^' j5 N$ J: u& ^perhaps in a revolving door
" U- s! U- I) u! nface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
1 N+ b1 f6 R; p$ A. w, u1 A"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
6 w% ^0 `: W1 C# e3 Q) ?# s7 w- but I know the answer.
# v  D1 d5 I; ]) j' ?# `7 KNo, they don't remember.

2 o2 s* X+ o( F! X+ l* E9 Q$ |How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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1 h: i+ D% e( I, P* zNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
8 c: f; _- t; v$ ]0 y4 f7 `which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
; W0 J' [, F8 d& l2 w% qand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
6 N  `9 l& g# q, bundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
  B4 K: W6 c! @. b: cor 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?

* \8 H; G2 y! I; v9 T1 _) mThere were handles, door bells,
/ P8 M+ a5 r2 Q' Bwhere, on the trace of a hand,
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; x6 p: Y8 D- [7 Q- T$ Y  W& Ysuitcases next to one another in the
: O& n; A; B1 d# j2 |left luggage.
" c) ^  e+ P0 \1 YAnd maybe one night the same dream
* I1 m' H# ]0 ~* Hforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
' w2 z, t1 N* U! r$ jalways open in the middle.
6 ?4 ]  ~; q; b7 k/ lTranslation 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~!