Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
# @0 X) c% ]( }% wby Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
$ F3 p+ R+ J: o5 U! fthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

" p8 u. C. y' f- Z  u8 MThey thought they didn't know each other,
, Z7 X5 D2 `# tnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
6 k0 G3 O) S/ V6 I- Z5 n; f8 @Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
+ z7 `/ U7 l  j: u' E  U$ E5 dif they can remember -
) C/ a7 D0 e: q( xperhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- L3 h3 M6 f$ T+ f7 O5 `- 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.

, I# G  [5 @7 ~& S7 p5 k1 kNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
. l! P" I- n% }9 H8 UThere were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
; e' {  U& u1 b4 _: bin the bushes, in childhood?

7 D. F$ Q. D2 `) v* b+ Q% GThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
! k7 u& U- g; ]. m5 c1 l# T) `another hand was placed;
0 ?+ ^* p0 `4 i; x8 U0 Esuitcases next to one another in the
' N/ k: |2 R) N/ fleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

# W( w, [$ ~; ~3 B# y, h4 w2 O  hBut every beginning
& D) m- k6 P8 z& c/ H; |) [: @4 A* }1 Zis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
& _% m$ s3 M9 m5 @1 e' ]' L/ Halways open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
' s. _! O; c0 f  U+ `3 x4 oTranslation 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~!