Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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0 J. I$ p7 E4 t# qThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
2 l1 H( O+ u* H& Z% q, HEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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  I: w5 ~( h% y8 |) RThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
+ e* t, ~' h' \, L) C1 a5 @, U1 }Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
9 G- K% L* j  O2 dif they can remember -
1 i" P$ C+ J* f9 f. f, _perhaps in a revolving door
2 p+ {  X7 P# Z# n& G7 P$ bface to face one day?
6 g" G: l% k, }+ `; e. |* Q  lA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
9 Z4 z+ b" ?( I' x& Y- but I know the answer.
2 @0 [' l4 i3 t) w: C2 SNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
2 j7 R/ s: h' K- g+ v, w: s4 t! AFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

1 V1 \! ~* Y5 e9 T7 C3 [; UNot quite yet ready
4 I, R+ x, h3 a* `% E  mto change into destiny,
( ^; |5 i' w# M0 b0 X5 f# U3 Mwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
$ Z  {4 c5 X  _, U+ W; S+ X. hescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
, A  K8 i6 g( h/ p. C# q9 z% Dthis leaf flying
& s" q+ z6 F7 w# i7 G5 V9 f$ kfrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
; s% x- T+ B7 ~! R6 J1 kwhere, on the trace of a hand,
6 G' w1 ~1 U' V+ F" k: Y) n: ^6 Aanother hand was placed;
5 \" B1 f+ Q4 ^+ N: j7 I% Ksuitcases next to one another in the
% v3 n- M. f5 L% Z1 yleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

6 F% T0 I1 F3 t  kBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
$ \& L$ B# i5 U0 g3 Galways open in the middle.
6 @- C  k: l, l0 R& {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~!