Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
# j. e; E7 L% @, O7 o: y5 Bby Wislawa Szymborska
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: Z/ U0 b+ |- kThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
% p( X5 D& |: c2 lThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

! O: l$ I! Q/ TThey thought they didn't know each other,
* q. b5 |5 v7 j8 ?) q' `1 t/ q' e2 bnothing had ever happened between them,
! V; t$ c8 y8 Q. q! rThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
9 w! h; |0 u+ D3 u8 f9 fWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
2 w/ d9 {' F; A0 Vperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
6 e! O0 a, \" x! ~8 z7 nNo, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
$ C+ S9 l6 P1 u8 CFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
* I. b) d8 l: V0 Fto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
3 h% D: I3 t9 n- {( z3 ccutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
" [2 F" _" m0 D! X. P+ D! M- Y- {$ |escaping ever further;
( s5 z" p! d& m1 p1 T- _7 o! ?4 jThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
9 r3 c( n" H! C. I6 u6 i8 H8 KThree years ago, perhaps
$ U$ i9 G% P+ J! k* zor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
3 y0 ?" S2 A9 m2 O3 dSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
- S& X; o) |2 E) yin the bushes, in childhood?
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8 `% W! l3 g2 `7 Z4 @$ yThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
! m, o2 _4 E& U! d  k. F  Asuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
+ W4 U4 t1 ~- `3 Iforgotten on walking;

2 V. X5 i* E: c- s% j" A# l- sBut every beginning
7 k" a! B, V& M2 ]- ~+ F( s# s& L/ E! C& his only a continuation
* Q+ A) |1 J2 fand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
9 A4 m/ s& _! L& PTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
: d! J: j  O0 U! h. R# d! DTranslation 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~!