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
6 y: ]( z5 A# O% W# n0 ^This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

7 q6 @2 w7 e$ x  @* M- yThey thought they didn't know each other,
( z% T  e+ S/ X( f5 E: Gnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
- S& K' P, f  a  Z) K0 K  zWhere they could have met so long ago?
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& E* _. ~8 [4 XI would like to ask them,
, Q! X* K, n/ k5 b) Lif they can remember -
" Z) B! S! N" k4 W) A: j& Gperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
& k% j0 {2 a& }A "sorry" in the crowd?
' S6 l2 ^& O4 ~"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
0 V5 A" W- d, U. ~- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
$ }1 V6 Z, N! t* K$ }5 {For such a long time already
* K% I9 y7 |' U  wFate has been playing with them.
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+ v3 B! w( q3 W+ V/ g$ zNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
/ ~: s+ G# Q4 s3 \which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
3 {0 ~# }2 x# ?: C: Kundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
) K  c+ x0 v2 `( `or even last Tuesday,
0 E# q: L1 X4 othis leaf flying
4 M* T! a7 a$ G7 H3 l/ a* Dfrom one shoulder to another?
) A0 j! g) E$ s  d% PSomething lost and gathered.
5 }$ f* E; h. S  y& J5 @Who knows, perhaps a ball already
# `* T  W. P* k0 s$ vin the bushes, in childhood?

3 E& d7 X% W9 W. w* @) ~There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
  P0 ]) e8 T( y) H- c$ H/ V: f9 Hanother hand was placed;
6 @( j' \. Z8 Z4 bsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

+ ]0 Q) @! m, i8 H# e: j" ^& hBut every beginning
is only a continuation
; D7 a; ~6 t7 b: Iand 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~!