Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
2 C" Q  N4 ~2 A8 M* dby Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
/ L  N2 e! e5 Rthat a sudden feeling had united them
  T9 y" |2 _- v$ dThis certainty is beautiful,
. i- A7 J+ X: R2 _  G0 dEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

0 i$ h8 w6 Y+ c8 y/ hThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
0 V4 \- }1 `# j' eThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
9 [4 N) H6 b) x- R8 j4 _Where they could have met so long ago?
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; D! S! Z% x8 X( V* GI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
; U2 f9 a9 Q9 \. J' Eperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
2 I* {8 H, I  v) k0 V, B0 C* d) ?9 VA "sorry" in the crowd?
' v7 X1 {7 O2 D; c! u* a. i  n"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

: Z' M9 v4 g3 q' c: CHow surprised they would be
" y, a2 u) A1 \; _For such a long time already
, w" u0 A) p, L3 N% BFate has been playing with them.

) w6 W& E% B- _6 uNot quite yet ready
0 a9 p0 b/ |! @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,
( Q/ Z/ B3 y- q$ r) q8 @undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
' M+ V9 R) A7 G/ ~7 |4 t: Ior even last Tuesday,
( @* w$ t# E+ U- L: u2 F$ E0 l/ Q+ sthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
7 K! z8 j8 _/ v( _Something lost and gathered.
) v2 k; U- M3 Y2 J9 W/ U9 N( kWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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' \1 V6 v0 Y' J/ b9 BThere were handles, door bells,
; D2 I+ V5 k( o& l( Nwhere, on the trace of a hand,
8 l# @# h) s9 l: canother hand was placed;
9 Y- t- s" B% G9 R0 }  o/ k0 Y, Psuitcases next to one another in the
6 \, v) t' J  c- `  uleft luggage.
' A( v! r* N0 b: k8 ^4 ZAnd maybe one night the same dream
/ l! g7 O0 y7 B" K4 |& Q) Sforgotten on walking;
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9 T: e7 ^& d" ~& |; t: t- @But every beginning
- f/ |" k/ B" J( H' bis only a continuation
; B9 |* M+ [3 o  a  r3 H; Pand 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~!