Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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; n+ Y% M5 A% T. QThey both thought
, @6 h5 Z  ^! Y3 hthat a sudden feeling had united them
$ k5 R/ {, r$ _$ z; B6 k: J/ rThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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6 a6 F$ L+ N* D4 `4 L' rThey thought they didn't know each other,
9 B" y% \7 J' h" g$ Ynothing had ever happened between them,
# Q- [6 i" \/ }- @; TThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
6 O  L  ]& R2 J' i2 p# c/ e* [( vWhere they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
) {& q6 ]  _, s) Y- Oif they can remember -
9 q( |2 s% \6 N2 Fperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
& c  S+ L3 c$ W% }, q/ BA "sorry" in the crowd?
0 G6 v& c( _& P1 ]" B: Z/ `"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
0 S, o9 a/ A' l! N3 @- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

3 |/ o6 {- F* r; O- _- z( \$ ?Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
+ F/ f" v7 |# U  H. lescaping ever further;
" X  _' B/ ]" Z* f2 |There were sings, indications,
" U8 T- x1 f/ w) ]undecipherable, what does in matter.
* c! m5 u$ z! y' }Three years ago, perhaps
0 n2 f8 |8 ?* [9 G% y. {or even last Tuesday,
6 n1 T* x2 d  rthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
  Q5 N8 L- _6 g" ~Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

' n3 b7 v. H9 |! Y8 z* IThere were handles, door bells,
" X% [7 {/ j/ m% ^where, on the trace of a hand,
( I5 r* @- ~5 R8 o1 Nanother hand was placed;
/ |: w7 B& p: N' F" Xsuitcases next to one another in the
  ]. B6 ]( I+ f3 `3 ]left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

; O$ F8 k. q: R1 mBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
- M/ W) k+ p" ?4 Dalways open in the middle.
6 N* H6 s1 X+ DTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

晓晓晓晓

向左走向右走里面有用这首诗的一节哎~!