Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
3 x0 e, [; h! {by Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
2 W$ w. [; j+ k) k5 b9 C, cthat a sudden feeling had united them
) E4 y' j# j' p  v' `# _This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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5 ~; ?1 l* m8 P" c$ f4 Q6 ]They thought they didn't know each other,
' ~/ ^$ r1 v0 z2 n. g4 xnothing had ever happened between them,
+ e- ?  J: d" P9 ]  a& j0 gThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
. o2 y, l, f( S( PWhere they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
7 ~3 Y& R; B1 ~# L% e4 s* vif they can remember -
3 e5 }  ~9 d* M& u6 l0 Wperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
! a# b2 [6 H5 \/ w' O9 d- b! [5 oA "sorry" in the crowd?
- W' C# l4 n! x, `* I"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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0 W5 V* o5 X% a. `% Q4 ~Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
( E: ?" A6 D7 w( bwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
! o' A: Z7 w2 w$ L3 tescaping ever further;
- V' D5 n7 p$ t$ k8 R# NThere were sings, indications,
) S7 n! `4 a. z5 s) C, n& nundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
2 i# W4 a- j& I. w; Sthis leaf flying
- U7 q. r, V& [9 \; N1 r  b' Lfrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
' R" n0 b2 w( @) nleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

5 P2 q6 ]3 |: n6 A  h1 `" w8 ~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

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向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!