Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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$ d, }+ u# U: z$ y; P( S; a8 l( \They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
; }( m) X+ ^) Z1 xThis certainty is beautiful,
' T3 `6 d! _  C& `0 V( LEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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8 q1 Z; ]8 t4 i$ ?3 F, t# EThey 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?
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' y: E6 y0 [0 Z& k$ Q5 KI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
" C  \5 a2 n6 d/ j! R"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
& Y* ^" M8 {) S/ c- G- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
4 _+ Y5 e+ f# o: F& sFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

: P6 z7 d: K5 m3 F( \7 R/ nNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
& x5 S  C2 ]5 N; p) x, pand stifling a laugh,
. a, v3 R; g: |escaping ever further;
# r" V( G  Y' gThere were sings, indications,
6 J1 {+ J; S4 K8 P6 jundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
" }0 Q' m& `. @7 t. r4 W# C' Athis leaf flying
  ?+ O, W4 W4 S" ifrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
# L) I; i8 f0 k* t0 g9 Lin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
* W/ `2 S# A" W# x/ i; awhere, on the trace of a hand,
; L! K) |$ N7 c1 ]4 G% u$ `" Ranother hand was placed;
/ A# \) x% S& A7 H1 \suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
7 G2 j+ M& v6 [% x3 F' v0 _* Z3 pAnd maybe one night the same dream
; ~8 c9 a! I: V. u$ p' U( Oforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
; F9 R% g3 j9 `0 ~& R% B; jalways open in the middle.
% k  q% t7 O1 f# LTranslation 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~!