Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

! `2 C& b3 T6 f& X% rThey 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?

I would like to ask them,
# H9 Z- A+ ^1 m( V6 z+ ^0 Nif they can remember -
9 d% @; H$ o' X0 K4 V1 t6 H" \8 l/ @perhaps in a revolving door
$ c2 h. ~5 }$ J! Kface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
! N! h' p9 S. T8 q$ H"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

9 E6 I( O- o" R! ~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,
  z+ w$ e1 S  P) w' b4 Vcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
# d5 p! ?1 ^* g1 A  pescaping ever further;
8 w, x9 s4 ~$ X" ~" P' XThere were sings, indications,
2 J% z: N% m1 F+ Oundecipherable, what does in matter.
0 A/ N# K, z" _, t- N+ Q# ?Three years ago, perhaps
0 ^3 K% ?2 e9 y  M# i* Wor even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
( v- C* n' X- a: R4 W' r) L" Vfrom one shoulder to another?
! x  Z. O; |. g+ |8 G% f$ pSomething lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
1 k6 s1 J' W# n& T4 Jin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
( }4 B$ P. d& h. h; t) t3 }another hand was placed;
" j* \4 I" c4 Msuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
; @9 t+ |: R2 t6 Z; p. A" cAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

) B% _7 {2 b2 [4 T4 Y" ]But every beginning
is only a continuation
9 I0 h; C; ^8 e/ J' ?! y2 kand the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
- `) f9 D* E/ ]Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
* H# W1 L( l0 v0 A4 ~2 VTranslation 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~!