Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska


% Y5 r8 q2 r/ PThey both thought
3 `3 M! A+ N  r1 Nthat a sudden feeling had united them
' Q0 C2 M- x: y$ Q+ T, ]6 l" G+ @This certainty is beautiful,
: @+ F: I* y0 G3 a/ oEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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: _+ ~9 |5 c1 K/ ^- E) B1 J4 xThey thought they didn't know each other,
; z0 m" G1 Q( _% ~nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
" m. L: ~' [9 i% nWhere they could have met so long ago?
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5 J" l, p0 v( w+ F# AI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
1 m* _' ^2 K' s! `# r4 aperhaps in a revolving door
) g8 z1 m- n' l8 f7 x0 x$ G) Aface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
- y2 P& y9 ]" ]3 M1 X" rNo, they don't remember.
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9 Z, M/ O$ I8 s, `- Q" C$ ?How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
, c5 ]* ^5 n5 ^9 ~) W# ~  i8 F, FFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
7 J. o+ m, [' p8 rwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
4 B, z8 K8 D' O& ~  k3 |" v! @cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
+ O' g7 r/ |" n% U6 D: }0 N$ C' Q4 uThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
+ d1 C2 S/ e! Aor even last Tuesday,
: e  _, W7 B* hthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
- l; \, _0 g1 Z, e! v  wWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
$ H) M4 Y$ l$ O( t; O  [/ Awhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
, p9 x: G/ }- usuitcases next to one another in the
7 I. K, |8 b  W- m; Hleft luggage.
+ v6 S5 q9 A! e: f3 pAnd maybe one night the same dream
: ?: E8 \# a$ v+ v- K% Vforgotten on walking;

; ]) \* s  }. R4 ?But every beginning
! I! k+ n* a- f3 o& m: jis only a continuation
+ N. g, _/ w7 W  b! M% w9 Qand the book of fate is
/ [6 i9 G/ P6 c/ s3 I! T' [always open in the middle.
1 o3 |/ l& b% B( ^0 WTranslation 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~!