Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
3 J- t& R% ?/ ~7 wby Wislawa Szymborska


They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
5 `# z# ~# F8 e& r  y2 t5 BThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
8 M" `  D- t6 ~- w, f* \6 }nothing had ever happened between them,
$ o6 U% B" O6 ~  u/ @1 q* ^, K# W0 lThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
6 k' I0 t; G" C: V9 K- F6 FWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
( U8 Y' Q3 ]' Eperhaps in a revolving door
5 T' `6 Q0 N8 b$ Y: k2 n% [face to face one day?
4 B% w. H! I' `% N8 T* lA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
% S0 g. Y7 b4 I3 B& Q9 p- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be
5 N# Q1 N  x9 d2 ^3 Y7 ZFor such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
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: v' ~# D8 w0 o3 k9 MNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
6 |( V, p) b- ?, H/ D0 bescaping ever further;
8 m3 d5 q5 a4 A# L4 @1 I+ uThere were sings, indications,
! ~2 i1 E) S4 b# A6 C, cundecipherable, what does in matter.
+ e# t% k9 O5 t7 V/ aThree years ago, perhaps
- D9 G- ]; H$ M, y8 Y" h- @or even last Tuesday,
  P. @/ A' m' Nthis leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
( s/ x8 y5 {% z4 g+ a2 v% Cin the bushes, in childhood?
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5 o- q2 v; l; O; x/ i7 q: O! Y0 RThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
) Y0 f: j6 f- P8 v3 nanother hand was placed;
, a9 O$ O% X2 r6 H* r% gsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
2 q' r2 c0 F# p3 E6 ~( lAnd maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
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# f, [( l9 Y* h  K& I+ u. x/ Z. W3 DBut every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
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~!