Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
) z5 c# o; H" H3 h$ Sby Wislawa Szymborska

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They both thought
: v6 o  n! U  O' [! E0 I. s# ^that a sudden feeling had united them
$ b6 M, R3 A" M# ]$ DThis certainty is beautiful,
  S9 u& m3 c) c+ \# Z7 JEven more beautiful than uncertainty.

They 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?

9 ~1 L* Z- B- _I would like to ask them,
1 a7 y# O1 Q2 |# Eif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
# }. V' w! W+ d7 F9 M2 p' @face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
2 d+ S$ }9 [& p% A' Q  F# @4 _"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
$ A( {  m9 j, zNo, they don't remember.
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* L% |# g* n: H" _& U* ^1 h" c  N/ ~How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
. U- }$ d1 s  A" `6 TFate 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;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
0 x% A0 s1 w4 ?* I/ r" D" HThree years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
# R2 U  `1 \7 |% ?% TWho knows, perhaps a ball already
% I* k' n  ^. [, }2 Pin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
  K3 d8 x# @3 cwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
1 P0 q5 j- p: b% Hsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
6 c- \3 B  D+ c4 z. H" g2 iAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
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Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
, _# U4 w1 m4 B* m. i3 QTranslation 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~!