Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
/ a+ N# c* M( C3 cby Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
3 L4 q% g0 {. y9 F! h' ^6 jThis certainty is beautiful,
# f- |4 H6 G* D8 k0 j" ^4 EEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
6 e) A+ T6 d* u) T, r' hThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
: ]" `$ l# \9 T% ?/ D9 a$ o9 kWhere they could have met so long ago?
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% A9 [, @4 K- o. m4 b& G3 TI would like to ask them,
! e! J: k, h8 S$ A6 b8 Nif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
" H% h1 Z8 l, l8 Vface to face one day?
/ j' C( I* o" r2 x" pA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

# g6 p. E! n5 H+ D' cHow surprised they would be
! M/ I1 A/ C& J5 c8 }# TFor 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,
% H2 J7 K2 r* F! Ycutting their path
( f/ g* n0 D8 q( ~0 |and stifling a laugh,
- w9 A+ ?* T" Pescaping ever further;
4 @; `9 I' T# i  K8 m+ ~+ p4 uThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
, [- f7 _, u2 `  _  v4 qThree years ago, perhaps
3 @( y" o) f$ Q3 `- Oor even last Tuesday,
0 L0 V3 n: C% ], n8 \this leaf flying
) V: K& @! m+ `) {/ b$ `8 n6 v! bfrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
/ ?% I1 Q1 _+ @1 a( `in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
9 S% B% d0 g" Z. u* f/ n. [' o4 }where, on the trace of a hand,
- w7 J0 P9 p% R; H8 q& w+ m" o; k% wanother hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
$ ~) R! S& G. m  O" Q# r) Kforgotten on walking;

  E6 w% A1 Y  yBut every beginning
( W  A0 a- A* v% Dis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
2 p; E8 c! Z9 \# C: {+ Malways open in the middle.
4 l9 d0 q' k. h# aTranslation 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~!