Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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They both thought
, J5 u" b3 n6 `7 y& n* k& _+ P; ^that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
0 ~: _8 L' h! K6 N# R" {- Snothing had ever happened between them,
7 {/ H$ M" [. B9 c6 nThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
- \  L+ b) F/ f) m% B; P- f5 iif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
' H7 S, t! I& h  s- but I know the answer.
; `( \: i1 i2 ~) x% H/ q, LNo, they don't remember.

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

6 i% i0 n  J/ I% ~5 wNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
) t8 U! l, O: {9 W' k& |3 N5 eescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
" q) \% V& K, C& X4 [3 f: v& oundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
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this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
, {  Z. A4 S  \: a* eSomething lost and gathered.
8 L2 F' K: M3 i6 v' ]Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
! ?# ~# s- y% N5 manother hand was placed;
  W3 h+ p8 P- R1 c0 S, y# N: n7 H% Tsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

0 l6 L" ^, d& |0 w: vBut every beginning
is only a continuation
6 P/ a5 o& D2 E) f* r& w* Cand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
1 H. ]$ G2 X  D$ H+ [Translation 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~!