Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
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,
9 t& m/ L& P: i4 Snothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
# }( |, G  m5 I+ {9 a/ uface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
1 C6 j! r4 T: iFate has been playing with them.
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Not quite yet ready
" s( ]0 P  c8 l, s4 vto change into destiny,
/ K. b3 D* D0 }) w$ h* I4 k; k4 Nwhich brings them nearer and yet further,
9 b) E6 U7 \8 e! Q% l; y* G  pcutting their path
$ d! i* _. b4 n  _; Dand stifling a laugh,
# S! I, l% o3 Y. S- Qescaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
' H- ?& _: P8 ]& h, P1 fundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
) H! h; U* \; X, G# L9 for even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
) |% f& N7 i/ M7 {1 F3 h. R( eWho knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
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3 ?* U+ F& G8 J* aThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
) I+ Z5 O2 G9 p' ~another hand was placed;
1 B8 S# }' y$ i9 isuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
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always open in the middle.
& f7 p# c1 A# w8 V+ A. N& {) }Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
' |/ i2 v  i, L% z2 G4 b8 pTranslation 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~!