Love at First Sight

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Love at First Sight
& g6 S( j# T9 u8 S; ?0 \( g3 a4 l/ qby Wislawa Szymborska
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They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
: m: C6 ]) m" t( k9 PThis certainty is beautiful,
( C- B: X6 o  o* D. p5 V! |Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
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6 J3 L8 ?6 R( e, ^$ ]* E+ yThey thought they didn't know each other,
/ ?# ?2 a2 Q1 v9 o5 L4 j6 dnothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

. a* R  D7 p4 |1 S5 j. pI would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
$ w2 r- M- P! s' q; cperhaps in a revolving door
( q% w% U% y2 kface to face one day?
/ v& }. U  f, v" l% p+ vA "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
5 D: \6 {& \  J9 p* mFate has been playing with them.
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5 a  i1 ]) @! f: yNot quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
; o9 t2 I* F7 q! I3 w' j+ v9 bcutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
! s! f, ~& j( n1 M6 u. f% Zundecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
; a4 T% s3 Y2 Uor even last Tuesday,
3 Z* V. v% A0 A6 _9 {this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

: R8 G& r  S% S  }$ @5 }7 B1 FThere were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
; z- G% |  b4 c& t) ganother hand was placed;
( A) i, M4 \+ esuitcases next to one another in the
+ x" u0 w( y& g. Jleft luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
0 R/ W- H% |( F% q6 D- N) ^forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
/ ^3 z& K* `1 ?* v& [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~!