Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska
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  K! c" Q; i- {7 W' bThey both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
5 l6 N* M8 l/ \# ?This certainty is beautiful,
% P# o3 q% k, @) q) S/ o3 O+ UEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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- g% B! X- s3 U4 N8 {They thought they didn't know each other,
. h9 I. P# T/ N# `nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
& @: A( W! s  Y8 zWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
/ b# p# D5 X, A2 Kif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
: v+ v8 J: t3 I. p* e5 pface to face one day?
5 B: {. S& \. `6 ]) ~5 MA "sorry" in the crowd?
( L9 j/ P1 V+ P2 Q! l"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
# \+ B2 g9 m& C# f, j+ P5 h$ V& ~No, they don't remember.
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/ I, R; t- L" a3 O  p. z+ N% xHow surprised they would be
5 r" I* f6 O3 t# MFor such a long time already
6 _  ~# G. B- O* RFate has been playing with them.
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5 p) [2 x8 Q9 x) r# lNot quite yet ready
/ Y2 S! n4 O0 C, M+ T" V+ z! Kto change into destiny,
8 F9 h+ [% t- _# N- a+ I0 b1 Swhich brings them nearer and yet further,
2 B" Z$ Q% M8 Z+ Fcutting their path
/ d* O/ D* L& [and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
+ c3 N3 I; a- w6 aThere were sings, indications,
9 t' n* y* j3 ]" |5 l0 Z2 l7 f; U* W1 Hundecipherable, what does in matter.
% t6 N6 R) r- W4 e. NThree years ago, perhaps
# }  V( {# O9 ~7 l3 kor even last Tuesday,
3 W, D1 `- b4 ~6 b* Vthis leaf flying
2 N9 I+ E) R6 h: F3 W4 Ifrom one shoulder to another?
3 u4 k7 g" @3 ~0 K1 T7 sSomething lost and gathered.
6 C) {7 g" m. v' S; lWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

$ j" ~0 c2 v% F. J9 o& E" \; A+ x+ YThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
8 f7 x: G8 ~% r: @( danother hand was placed;
* s7 n; E  S6 P' ^suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
/ @& a1 L. a! k- _0 g7 NAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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- S- o" k* P6 M" O& N0 jBut every beginning
is only a continuation
5 q6 [' r! L4 ?2 m8 s4 Band the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
5 I7 N0 [2 v0 N$ y; ]0 JTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
+ n$ w; e  O& ~7 M3 B+ R1 NTranslation 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~!