Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
# S7 i8 W5 W# l5 h6 o) N  _by Wislawa Szymborska
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! C9 N! T7 ~/ O9 x7 R) `They both thought
$ Q* Z# O8 n* p$ d# ^that a sudden feeling had united them
; b9 ?3 ?$ y7 G" e4 D- J3 lThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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3 U1 P. K6 A7 O8 l7 JThey thought they didn't know each other,
( }3 S6 r7 [) t" H" P7 B$ ]nothing had ever happened between them,
" {2 R5 U' g* e. C' j. DThese 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?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
- V! A1 c: P* k' S) O5 D3 z"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
4 L3 F* w$ y1 |" @2 a% e- but I know the answer.
$ ?( q7 d2 U' n; CNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
' M, ^: n9 i& V9 [& wFor such a long time already
# y) K. q% h: e* K5 pFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
' ?+ V2 ]( z% ]3 mto change into destiny,
  ]: Y; v/ g8 b- swhich brings them nearer and yet further,
7 F$ A2 z: X- R( X# _  X5 Ocutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
4 D5 S0 y* T# P' gThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
+ J2 y1 L* b1 }. JThree years ago, perhaps
7 S. n: c/ l) V4 ]' ^# sor even last Tuesday,
5 G- W1 X0 w% D) e1 R" Ythis leaf flying
. a  L" ^, Q' `7 G2 D# `# V( D. _from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
' N2 F6 t, a6 B7 ^# [* DWho knows, perhaps a ball already
! I8 z0 K* O6 [# ein the bushes, in childhood?

, `5 G% O1 K" z+ q& b5 ~& Y" yThere were handles, door bells,
1 C5 c( w5 p, Cwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
# o0 A5 ?" ~7 p/ ], a) _7 Bsuitcases next to one another in the
& R  J: ?  W5 l+ S  s7 t" l/ uleft luggage.
' Y/ a+ C# V$ E! RAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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1 z! {3 N/ d) e  j4 t* y  LBut every beginning
5 q* R7 F/ C1 Z2 O" Y" wis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
" A7 a4 J7 @" C# g! i4 \( YTranslation 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~!