Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
, x& C# h, a. H" lby Wislawa Szymborska
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7 d8 k! X6 T1 l4 b  V. @1 f9 r9 CThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
0 c- ~' l- d2 U! k" n+ \/ E) F% j# cThis certainty is beautiful,
" z7 C3 {0 W* f. X  KEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
' b/ S3 g# C% h! S5 ]. |4 Unothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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" u0 H% h5 \3 O6 ]8 ]I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
  n) @% i# H0 L. s+ d4 {perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
" b/ H* k/ w0 K) |! `"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
. s' L- W# _, I' {* x. v: y( TNo, they don't remember.

) D0 z. k( j( j" P/ T6 ]6 {3 hHow surprised they would be
! A1 k% Y+ q! p9 T: E9 wFor such a long time already
0 N( S9 j& J8 |% ?Fate has been playing with them.
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9 P; M0 H. }: P: G* T* Q+ k4 i7 mNot quite yet ready
" }. s" |. b+ S* t" mto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
7 @8 |6 M: J( wcutting their path
5 E! X7 }3 E; U2 V2 K" d; ?and stifling a laugh,
$ z$ b2 `% W4 Oescaping ever further;
3 O) n0 W$ I/ p* D+ {9 ]There were sings, indications,
5 i, \6 {: u2 n* ^( Lundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
' i/ H5 C2 x) h' d; `" P( Jor even last Tuesday,
7 [7 H( m- v' B, q4 x1 y3 Rthis leaf flying
2 T6 C5 V0 R: w0 o4 v4 p$ h5 T, Mfrom one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
$ ]$ L: q3 K2 s4 K0 R1 Fanother hand was placed;
7 x& d# Q/ j6 L+ N3 Psuitcases next to one another in the
4 w2 ?8 {2 V, m2 X5 Q' c, W/ U) tleft luggage.
' J. z( V4 W1 m$ t7 aAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
. Q$ ?6 n7 O; O3 h% K$ H" d3 [7 S+ vand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
) u2 P8 C2 e1 Z* a) a6 x: L: PTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
& k+ \! t# k0 F0 ^. kTranslation 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~!