Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
3 Z& f- d$ p: R" F4 DThis certainty is beautiful,
( w, h# i- G0 p) R7 O1 MEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
5 V, j! v- W) z$ m; {These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
# z2 K& p* H4 W6 v+ G- E/ IWhere they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
6 J5 c: P) o8 ^if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
0 t+ P: ]/ l( D" {& yA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

# L. q# H0 i2 b: }: q& xHow surprised they would be
* S' d1 ~7 j& b) G2 t3 G- M$ eFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
, m) e3 K9 {6 I6 F6 ^, K* \and stifling a laugh,
; L: O. u/ V# Fescaping ever further;
3 \( H. ^' C2 {5 q! fThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
" c6 \" N7 \+ ~5 O0 M  jThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
2 [8 M4 J% w5 s" |Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
& p; X0 f3 v. h: |; a1 {in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
5 M& W5 _$ z+ r+ g- \* s1 Rwhere, on the trace of a hand,
  V0 \. J+ P% y. f' J% i) i8 q/ kanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
2 R% P# j8 U+ _* ]* G% [left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
( k0 `3 ]/ z: D6 K0 w* Eand the book of fate is
* N- Y9 g- @5 c# K  |9 kalways 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~!