Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
7 L/ N. G0 d4 H' O7 ~0 l! g  [3 N4 lby Wislawa Szymborska
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& B7 c$ [' P4 j1 I! Y0 P& IThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
7 f0 S8 l, g7 i- oThis certainty is beautiful,
5 t# y( U- ~) t, k' n+ TEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

* z( n& o* e! ]9 S0 iThey thought they didn't know each other,
: s: N5 a7 z. U0 u, L# x, {; Bnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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( S( y9 S$ Z4 t5 [1 q: iI would like to ask them,
' r: a- [+ B; n" |8 z8 d, w- yif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
" E& ~6 ^+ {  Q% d6 P: sA "sorry" in the crowd?
* `. Y, Q( n3 d"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
: ^! v* t4 E* l* T- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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$ k/ e: g! t; c3 n) X' o% QHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
6 g+ o. T2 d3 P7 h9 W6 ZFate has been playing with them.

$ t4 i2 R( d4 L" F  MNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
; R* _' v; D" T( A  ]! Cand stifling a laugh,
0 V2 e* Z+ l& ^* l# a2 Y' cescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
8 z+ C0 d3 V2 C8 D" yundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
. B+ p. `# K& ^7 `( Rthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
/ Q" T; _! z) ]3 KWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

2 J3 n& W0 i7 U9 L9 }8 K8 ?# TThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
# O+ d, U' g, F! ~+ `. d" xleft luggage.
' Y7 T0 V8 m% `9 z$ }And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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! j% J$ S( [, V1 M2 U% U' BBut every beginning
is only a continuation
2 o5 H' b# N: c5 e& Q- Land the book of fate is
" s, {% G, Z- ], R) d4 }+ d4 y* halways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
6 R1 {; h( b% j1 V& t6 _0 TTranslation 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~!