Love at First Sight-Wislawa Szymborska
Both are convincedthat a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.Beautiful is such a certainty,but uncertainty is more beautiful.Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose thatnothing was happening between them.What of the streets, stairways and corridorswhere they could have passed each other long ago?
I'd like to ask themwhether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving doorever being face to face?an "excuse me" in a crowdor a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.But I know their answer:no, they don't remember.
They'd be greatly astonishedto learn that for a long timechance had been playing with them.
Not yet wholly readyto transform into fate for themit approached them, then backed off,stood in their wayand, suppressing a giggle,jumped to the side.
There were signs, signals:but what of it if they were illegible.Perhaps three years ago,or last Tuesdaydid a certain leaflet flyfrom shoulder to shoulder?There was something lost and picked up.Who knows but what it was a ballin the bushes of childhood
There were doorknobs and bellson which earliertouch piled on touch.Bags beside each other in the luggage room.Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,suddenly erased after waking.
Every beginningis but a continuation,and the book of eventsis never more than half open.
這是波蘭女詩人Wislawa Szymborska的作品，這首詩曾經被繪本作家幾米改編，而又出
現在電影《向左走‧向右走》中，腦海中依稀還記得梁詠琪用他不甚標準的國語唸出：
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。他們認為既然素不相識，他們之間過去就不會有什麼瓜葛。又或者在街道、樓梯和過道上，早就曾擦身而過。我真想問問他們，是否記得——也許在旋轉門裏他們曾碰在一起？也許太擠了，說過“對不起”或者在電話筒裏道聲“打錯了”。不過我知道他們會回答：不，不記得有過這樣的事情他們非常驚異，已經有相當長的一個時期，他們遇到的儘是機遇。他們還沒有完全準備好把自己的命運相互交換。他們時聚時散，命運常出現在他們的路上，忍住了對他們的竊笑，然後又跳開閃到路旁。確曾有過標誌和記號，儘管他們並不知曉。也許是在三年以前，或者是在上星期二，有一片樹葉從這個人肩上落到另一個人的肩上或者是一件丟失而又拾回的東西說不定還是灌木叢中童年玩過的一隻皮球也許是門把手和鈴鐺，他們早先曾經觸摸過它們。也許他們的箱子曾在寄存處放在一起，也許在同一個晚上，他們曾做過同樣的夢，驚醒之後便無影無蹤。每一個開始都有續篇而他們的記事本永遠半開半合
偶然的機會，在大一學生作業中讀到的原本輕輕略過腦海的詩，在深夜，臨桌批改個令
人摸不著頭緒的、草草結案的作業之際，在同學提供的詩作中，彷彿夜行時，撲鼻而來一股
夜來花香，以此短詩致給在不經意間瀏覽這個簡陋心情札記的朋友們。
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