Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
0 w, B+ V' a  A, x7 S" _0 O" O4 e, {, Cby Wislawa Szymborska
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2 R) u' M  k  |9 zThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
+ m) ?8 L4 ?2 X: c) |This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They 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?

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?
, L4 G7 A- B7 o1 i& f  v5 ?5 x"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

) H0 C  O  D  K& ?1 d1 w/ OHow surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
6 q; Y; O. K. \- v3 ?to change into destiny,
& Z- x: _7 B0 F4 Awhich brings them nearer and yet further,
$ p; n$ B6 z" {8 i# Scutting their path
3 k$ B  R: [2 A/ B  Gand stifling a laugh,
  h3 {7 e9 F: I8 Descaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
" }9 u( z5 z( a! ^# Tundecipherable, what does in matter.
- L4 c' F( s2 c0 v5 r; h$ u, `* }Three years ago, perhaps
' L" [6 d, I6 ^2 [' @or even last Tuesday,
. B$ H* ^! L2 Zthis leaf flying
9 k' j$ p" r% j! z' m' ifrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
$ n: y' {) w8 v9 i( o# d0 `' P/ Y' kin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
; O% C6 Z4 Z; h) swhere, on the trace of a hand,
- W+ n* }5 e# f! h5 Yanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
3 ^" B4 m; V7 G7 {- ?3 ^. YAnd maybe one night the same dream
% h  z5 e) D+ i" G0 K, e& ~forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
' Z. F3 i  A4 q5 x5 _) p% D* Uis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
5 I2 D, X' J/ B4 ialways open in the middle.
7 C+ [" Y3 X( L* [5 h) fTranslation 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~!