Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
* w" r4 `; x7 K) Nby Wislawa Szymborska

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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
/ n* _. z# K0 d9 s  M& ^This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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/ k- }; y; x7 p, R  L8 A) r, d! aThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
8 [. x6 O, _, _: i  v& ~These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
& y. E! r( G2 ~. E& E* x& YWhere 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?
' ~" c$ w9 B- }: W* ?A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
* `4 v# M3 v2 _3 f9 \4 y1 |- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

! [, S4 r% d4 Z4 m+ }8 @How surprised they would be
  h6 J' y: u3 A0 U7 l; K' ?! }: T% VFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

  Y4 Y3 I3 ?5 \- |9 lNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
+ u% x: R9 X2 c; D8 C) Rundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
. T* p' R: w! \. wor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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9 ]( X+ }1 ?3 t" ]There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
' T) V% Y9 V7 L; uAnd maybe one night the same dream
0 u1 r% X" b4 b% i- h" H* ]  yforgotten on walking;

But every beginning
( [' \5 F( @0 W; His only a continuation
# w1 o- H* {& q* Uand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
+ V5 O" c1 H  ?8 Q& O5 b* XTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

晓晓晓晓

向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!