Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
1 p" U* M1 `) h. x; Y; Vby Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
. t, l8 d8 A, h5 E* Uthat a sudden feeling had united them
' t+ g2 M- n% U9 Z# K1 F5 I! ^This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

- X( j; @4 o7 i# _They thought they didn't know each other,
% o" ^1 N( x) a/ cnothing had ever happened between them,
- W# U/ o) L6 c, j- \" a3 EThese 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
3 l8 G  I3 D- O2 T  Lface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
& f+ t3 R" r5 {0 Q4 U) M: X"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
$ R3 Y5 Q' v( s( G: b* @) c- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
% X. C& F! W; I) U: V0 @! }
How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

6 l0 ~+ a& ^3 }. p7 }: KNot quite yet ready
! J% D9 W! u; K$ @: q9 v- Jto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
6 `* A9 B, T5 i% aand stifling a laugh,
: _+ e' o9 m# w/ w2 ?! @, ?escaping ever further;
3 w9 C3 _/ L- N% I8 DThere were sings, indications,
& N- {' l1 N; o; H  R3 n. F4 ?9 d, sundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
  d! W* w, I0 qthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
' n3 h% P" p9 F. Cin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
/ o* d8 b  i/ T* g1 A' d) hwhere, on the trace of a hand,
9 Z7 i) {+ T. w, _( N3 I  Hanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
# @& C' ~+ I3 N/ cforgotten on walking;
8 s6 w$ B' [' X4 {$ Q- ?
But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation 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~!