Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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; W* A9 u7 K7 J# C' DThey both thought
: }* z/ }4 c3 R, Jthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
" X. L& l9 B) F- S) hThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
1 A* i$ W( r+ ~4 E/ f/ T; N/ zWhere 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
; t1 b" ^* o3 M" Kface to face one day?
8 ?: K5 f; O9 `5 Q# C: j: ?A "sorry" in the crowd?
9 |) P! K; {, i8 x( n- w! B1 z2 C"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
' B" U. d- F  x0 G* ~- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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6 ?2 J1 ]; I3 I4 x2 S, fHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

. j( g: I6 d3 j' Z$ ^8 kNot quite yet ready
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which brings them nearer and yet further,
$ I, y, E" L" U3 B  O. Gcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
2 n3 p& n& o# ^/ q5 {& h. hThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
' J: J4 y8 _1 h' tThree years ago, perhaps
) }4 c6 G- W  ^or even last Tuesday,
1 {" f5 F6 z7 }1 hthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
6 r: c+ `3 V) P1 b7 }Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
0 L2 X0 ]& o8 D5 `in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
' G" ]( \! W) S2 E5 H  wanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
; r, Y: K, l1 vforgotten on walking;

) H# B/ t) c! l' y- N- J/ KBut every beginning
is only a continuation
) n3 B4 t8 a$ d" ^- Jand the book of fate is
" V1 R8 C  H  Q& ialways open in the middle.
$ E4 B. D- I" tTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
) V- i  ?' p' S( J6 sTranslation 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~!