Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

( Z% G% f. k- x
; }0 @+ ]8 v' Z8 I1 \- ~" wThey both thought
; y. ~  l7 H' R  {! D3 ?) r1 L( Nthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

, d$ ^) n! p$ s6 M, WThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

$ E5 h6 N+ \) v2 T: s! iI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
, k7 a, b" I+ j"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

9 x  n( z' ^& ]- u5 |How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
  S8 x4 Z7 ?0 F3 s, z* a4 r1 CFate has been playing with them.

5 P% S' Z3 l6 t2 m1 ?3 MNot quite yet ready
$ y$ ]1 e# G- ]& |- i( z7 D8 O2 r4 yto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
( U  F' q2 ]( BThere were sings, indications,
. l; k" O# i6 n' Kundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
. k& y; L, w8 }% O' Othis leaf flying
/ s: q, {2 [* P& zfrom one shoulder to another?
3 e, S9 v' Q- v" H. z2 ^* d  \Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
- G( J4 I. J( H! Hin the bushes, in childhood?

3 s' u- x  `. l- MThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
# y/ ?4 L0 |  u+ B6 c. q) ~And maybe one night the same dream
9 v. V0 ?* m) ]; }3 Y: Yforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
5 w9 c$ ?7 l& y8 c2 L2 j- s. ]& L0 sis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
! H% w' N7 S- `$ V" y& Y+ d/ h4 b2 ATranslation 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~!