Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
. Y6 Z) }9 K, f  m8 V/ X6 T+ Wby Wislawa Szymborska
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* ~1 u# b2 b* U2 s( S; b" Z! bThey both thought
1 ]0 D& x1 K4 i/ X8 D, I4 K* Q# Sthat a sudden feeling had united them
- K  x# L& m8 zThis certainty is beautiful,
# Q2 e! n1 M# T# X! I* ZEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
$ P. A+ N& M1 ZThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

- m9 _9 B7 d0 D$ a4 e. bI would like to ask them,
7 C, c- n. J- [( X/ W. P0 L: o5 z# ]$ nif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
$ G) H: ]2 a- s' w7 ]! p) b! pA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
' S" u1 V# w; o6 j4 R3 q- b; U8 H$ F- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

& U8 p. h; j1 g1 tHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
6 E6 S" V+ ^8 z4 YFate has been playing with them.

# K1 q) N0 S2 M3 M. i5 K6 r/ Z: {Not quite yet ready
/ a& `0 G( z1 m5 O, Gto change into destiny,
# r2 P- M! F- Ewhich brings them nearer and yet further,
/ K8 q! o+ \4 T% u2 l7 O1 Ncutting their path
, J9 O3 t1 {' V# yand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
+ C: p$ F, J" I7 kThere were sings, indications,
7 s( b/ U% q9 D+ F/ ~  F( E( q; e/ uundecipherable, what does in matter.
# f* u% P1 g0 j  P0 DThree years ago, perhaps
; M/ N5 l% }6 h+ Wor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
# e2 Z& R/ E2 N  fSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
1 }5 Z. a1 b: w  d0 a) d8 Xin the bushes, in childhood?

3 b) f; D8 i% U) N: fThere were handles, door bells,
" T& x& c) l  _, W* o, {where, on the trace of a hand,
/ ^- M" ~# @& l3 `2 Manother hand was placed;
* ~4 f  U- }& q, Tsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
3 ]( k% h& K1 d; Z: s" E; ^$ |forgotten on walking;
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) \* ^' H, y) bBut every beginning
7 `3 g6 i8 v& c, ^! wis only a continuation
: y7 h- e& j, C) C" B1 Vand the book of fate is
always 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~!