Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
8 C% ~6 i  n! g5 e3 m. ]by Wislawa Szymborska
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- ~$ @+ P( ~. [1 X& z4 L# gThey both thought
% |/ M  H9 S0 i5 }  A1 E3 h* Qthat a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
" s8 U# f! w$ ZEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

) g7 z: k- [; Q" v- dThey thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

6 Q) J; n! o8 o6 L$ EI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
5 L1 R6 i' q3 m- l$ D$ I8 ^perhaps in a revolving door
9 a, `" k0 _3 |0 v$ jface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
2 h% [! g3 t" \. Q9 U- M8 A5 x; _  |"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
8 p! A  L7 z- K: v1 nNo, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
7 ]  D7 t2 x+ o# _1 _4 S6 VThere were sings, indications,
, d6 X5 k" t! ]undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
9 i! V4 o* F0 t3 k3 sthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
; `% z3 \3 a! K1 nin the bushes, in childhood?
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- U$ A9 u: _; f" QThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
# \( m% Q  P# w* t0 V; A! i( panother hand was placed;
' e, N+ A, i. V- S' jsuitcases next to one another in the
' D- L3 }4 D9 h" }! Mleft luggage.
# ]; A8 Y! G9 k' {. U4 f2 o( Q8 j" Z* J$ BAnd maybe one night the same dream
$ _. ]/ ~/ E* C/ Zforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
) b0 k2 z9 G+ o' D, u+ Cis only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
) e$ ], \+ o7 {5 Q! tTranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
  v8 W! w$ T" N7 b& {$ B1 |Translation 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~!