Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska


( q2 K6 Q( c/ E' ?2 bThey both thought
; K4 [+ j$ r/ y3 `' ~that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
9 k. m# X, c# B# |Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
2 B3 ~$ T, @4 g+ @% A# MWhere 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?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
. t4 b4 n) E+ n, C/ ?" ENo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
% b6 r7 y, |8 K; o6 G; N) iFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

$ G% }- C; n! i9 s- {& ]. nNot quite yet ready
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which brings them nearer and yet further,
( R% l2 c! \3 E5 o& z  \  hcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
" K: S" V+ i1 ^1 b5 e! PThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
/ P: c: s6 b% v& ]5 ior even last Tuesday,
0 v: D. Q& ?- n) L* v! }3 V. _, R, pthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
) _/ T; ]; k$ k" hSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
/ p$ v  b# w3 j" Z1 Gin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
0 U* s, U, F$ b2 j8 \, P- [  Fanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
6 |- L# c5 X5 C; T/ }7 e/ N; Xforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
5 l# B1 b( o5 y& K' Land the book of fate is
- [( u: D: ]$ {9 U8 balways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
5 `0 t1 c" I- y* mTranslation 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~!