一見鍾情 辛波絲卡(Wislawa Szymborska) 他們彼此深信， 是瞬間迸發的熱情讓他們相遇。 這樣的確定是美麗的， 但變幻無常更為美麗， 他們素未謀面，所以他們確定 彼此並無任何瓜葛， 但是自街道，樓梯，走廊傳來的話語—— 或許他們已經擦肩而過，一百萬次了吧？ 我想問他們 是否記得—— 在旋轉門面對面那一刻 或是在人群中喃喃道出的“不好意思” 或是在電話的另一端道出的“打錯了” 但是，我早知道答案， 是的，他們並不記得…… 他們會很詫異，倘或得知 原來緣份已經戲弄他們 多年 時間尚未成熟， 變成他們的命運， 緣份將他們推近，驅離。 阻擋他們的去路， 忍住笑聲， 然後閃到一旁。 尚未完全準備好 去成為他們的宿命 緣分將他們推近，驅離， 阻擋他們的去路， 忍住笑聲， 然後閃到一旁。 有一些跡象和訊號存在， 即使他們尚無法解讀。 也許在三年前 或者就在上個星期二 有某片葉子 從一個肩膀飄向另一個？ 有東西掉了又被撿起。 有誰知道，也許是那個 消失於童年灌木叢中的球？ 門把手和門鈴 總會在一隻手留下的痕跡上 覆蓋上另一隻手。 行李箱都已經裝好， 並排放在那裡。 一個晚上，也許同樣的夢， 會在清晨時變得模糊。 每一個開始 都只會是一個續篇 而真正寫著故事的書 卻總是從一半開始翻開。 LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ——Wislawa Szymborska(Poland) They"re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is more beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they"d never met before, they"re sure that there"d been nothing between them. But what"s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways-- perhaps they"ve passed by each other a million times? I want to ask them if they don"t remember-- a moment face to face in some revolving door? perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd? a curt "wrong number"caught in the receiver?-- but I know the answer. No, they don"t remember. They"d be amazed to hear that Chance has been toying with them now for years. Not quite ready yet to become their Destiny, it pushed them close, drove them apart, it barred their path, stifling a laugh, and then leaped aside. There were signs and signals, even if they couldn"t read them yet. Perhaps three years ago or just last Tuesday a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another? Something was dropped and then picked up. Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished into childhood"s thicket? There were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand. Suitcases checked and standing side by side. One night. perhaps, the same dream, grown hazy by morning. Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
一見鍾情 辛波絲卡(Wislawa Szymborska) 他們彼此深信， 是瞬間迸發的熱情讓他們相遇。 這樣的確定是美麗的， 但變幻無常更為美麗， 他們素未謀面，所以他們確定 彼此並無任何瓜葛， 但是自街道，樓梯，走廊傳來的話語—— 或許他們已經擦肩而過，一百萬次了吧？ 我想問他們 是否記得—— 在旋轉門面對面那一刻 或是在人群中喃喃道出的“不好意思” 或是在電話的另一端道出的“打錯了” 但是，我早知道答案， 是的，他們並不記得…… 他們會很詫異，倘或得知 原來緣份已經戲弄他們 多年 時間尚未成熟， 變成他們的命運， 緣份將他們推近，驅離。 阻擋他們的去路， 忍住笑聲， 然後閃到一旁。 尚未完全準備好 去成為他們的宿命 緣分將他們推近，驅離， 阻擋他們的去路， 忍住笑聲， 然後閃到一旁。 有一些跡象和訊號存在， 即使他們尚無法解讀。 也許在三年前 或者就在上個星期二 有某片葉子 從一個肩膀飄向另一個？ 有東西掉了又被撿起。 有誰知道，也許是那個 消失於童年灌木叢中的球？ 門把手和門鈴 總會在一隻手留下的痕跡上 覆蓋上另一隻手。 行李箱都已經裝好， 並排放在那裡。 一個晚上，也許同樣的夢， 會在清晨時變得模糊。 每一個開始 都只會是一個續篇 而真正寫著故事的書 卻總是從一半開始翻開。 LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ——Wislawa Szymborska(Poland) They"re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is more beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they"d never met before, they"re sure that there"d been nothing between them. But what"s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways-- perhaps they"ve passed by each other a million times? I want to ask them if they don"t remember-- a moment face to face in some revolving door? perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd? a curt "wrong number"caught in the receiver?-- but I know the answer. No, they don"t remember. They"d be amazed to hear that Chance has been toying with them now for years. Not quite ready yet to become their Destiny, it pushed them close, drove them apart, it barred their path, stifling a laugh, and then leaped aside. There were signs and signals, even if they couldn"t read them yet. Perhaps three years ago or just last Tuesday a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another? Something was dropped and then picked up. Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished into childhood"s thicket? There were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand. Suitcases checked and standing side by side. One night. perhaps, the same dream, grown hazy by morning. Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.