Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
8 }  [* Z. l, R: Tby Wislawa Szymborska

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+ o% [4 `% J% I( k6 |2 l, G# UThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
' Y) E: B% {9 D% h- CThis certainty is beautiful,
  P  n3 c8 {( HEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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! q8 m4 Z4 x7 F/ G+ BThey 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?

. m: b' x. ]3 ~4 z9 n: _I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
) B' w. t9 ^# T- n+ C, P2 U8 uperhaps in a revolving door
+ Y1 X4 _! L, S4 I/ ^( w# ~7 z# zface to face one day?
9 m' X# o% @. K7 A" EA "sorry" in the crowd?
$ n: C, ^# O0 q- M"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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% |0 X2 M; _& c0 Q( C8 PNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
0 C! w+ k! T5 f3 J/ _! _which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
% b7 `$ M4 F1 }( Cand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
( D! R9 M2 Z! r5 F' M6 YThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
+ \+ S; q. |7 P5 R! [+ K- a7 v* z: F' ythis leaf flying
" s! i# E* k5 p. {1 ?2 v- r/ u- tfrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
# H* B7 i; P* n7 K2 J% `' X9 W+ {Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
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another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

0 q, ]$ F, M$ wBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
$ A# B4 x/ t" G" E% ?always open in the middle.
1 A7 p( p/ p, I! a3 f  f) }Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
9 \& L. H$ j% q* S& D- FTranslation 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~!