Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
4 X2 a$ ]' Z# Y$ r/ ~* C6 U2 wby Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
  K2 S* p/ m, |Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
# q! @& ?$ _" y7 S# W9 |) }2 G# tThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
: r# ^3 w6 W% I2 z  h; T/ j4 o" [Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
. ~% z1 ]- |, M: P2 i0 p! QA "sorry" in the crowd?
  o/ j  L. ?# Y0 V4 k; ~1 u"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
  Y! R0 v- L% i1 N% k6 T- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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7 [! |3 |4 c3 y! h# O$ C6 }How surprised they would be
: B" C6 Y, E  y8 O$ pFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

1 s4 b, X1 k, C3 }/ nNot quite yet ready
2 m& d% t% d. t+ qto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
3 {( j% r% |* @+ y+ m; }' S' LThere were sings, indications,
( q( w! ?- ?. Xundecipherable, what does in matter.
5 S  C4 a* W2 O8 o8 gThree years ago, perhaps
: x3 f  S0 G' w. u) g0 O0 S. H: Xor even last Tuesday,
' ?. e) t: V) A+ N* sthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
' r1 _0 X, g! u: J( [, g: vWho knows, perhaps a ball already
2 o, K; o3 C% sin the bushes, in childhood?
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" i2 D' K' @) P4 g7 XThere were handles, door bells,
5 s. Q2 k/ j' B- D* ~, J8 kwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
0 `4 Z) n) p/ O% ^/ D4 T, k8 @left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
9 [& ~( s# s; j6 P' _forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
  h* p. d$ A# K9 m3 Xand the book of fate is
always 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~!