Love at First Sight
They both thought that a sudden feeling had united them.
This certainty is beautiful,
even more beautiful than uncertainty.
They thought they didn’t know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
I would like to ask them, if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door face to face one day?
A “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
Fate has been playing with them.
Not quite yet ready to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream forgotten on walking;
But every badging is only a continuation,
and the book of fate is always open in the middle.
《一见钟情》
（辛波丝卡 著）
他们彼此深信
是瞬间迸发的热情让他们相遇
这样的确定是美丽的
但变幻无常更为美丽
他们素未谋面
所以他们确定彼此并无任何瓜葛
但是自街道、楼梯、大堂传来的话语......
他们也许擦肩而过
一万次了吧
我想问他们是否记得
在旋转门面对面那一刹
或是在人群中喃喃道出的“对不起”
或是在电话的另一端道出的“打错了”
但是，我早知道答案
是的，他们并不记得
他们会很讶异
原来缘份已经戏弄他们多年
时机尚未成熟
变成他们的命运
缘份将他们推近 驱离
阻挡他们的去路
忍住笑声，然后闪到一旁
有一些迹象和信号存在
即使他们尚无法解读
也许两三年
或许就上个星期二
有某片叶子飘舞于肩与肩之间
有东西掉了有捡了起来？
天晓得
也许是那个消失于童年灌木丛中的球？
还有事前已被触摸层层覆盖的门把和门铃
检查完毕后并排放置的手提箱
有一晚，也许同样的梦
到了早晨变得模糊
每个开始
毕竟都只是续篇
而充满情节的书本
总是从一般开始看起。
