Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

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They both thought
3 \: C1 H% y" q9 othat a sudden feeling had united them
) m' y5 D5 r/ b$ `+ V, x3 u( d$ eThis certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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They thought they didn't know each other,
6 ^: P" G5 N) \# h' V0 Xnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
! q4 t# k( g1 N, y: k& l( E' p5 wWhere they could have met so long ago?
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, |+ l/ ?8 ~' a6 U6 J" v5 [I would like to ask them,
( |* o% C& P1 _3 s1 A9 gif they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
/ n5 N/ A8 ^( s- Hface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
0 a- C# a$ [+ J; p! E- c"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
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) ?4 e8 i) L. iHow surprised they would be
7 C- ?& `! K" f$ J3 a2 S0 d" LFor such a long time already
3 J) Z$ ]) N  o: n/ I( A/ B2 q! p+ x4 bFate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
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2 R4 H# `2 p' c- twhich brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
+ f# K& ]. |! j4 ]1 @2 M' bescaping ever further;
. \% f5 }, @: `2 S4 ^" K" Z3 Q8 bThere were sings, indications,
' T8 b  j; z+ Q4 O) O" R8 I" Iundecipherable, what does in matter.
% L5 H4 a9 B% s: Z) O+ uThree years ago, perhaps
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this leaf flying
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Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
: U; j+ Y$ z3 N) Iin the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
2 I0 w- u/ ^, g, i" c( Bwhere, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
$ U. k+ O. }0 M! x6 h6 t+ L0 y7 Bsuitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
7 \- ~' \0 l. D  s( SAnd maybe one night the same dream
# ?& z  Z: I0 ~1 ^, ~' Sforgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
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and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
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~!