Love at First Sight


我一直觉得一见钟情的爱情才是最纯白的爱情。可惜,我不是一个让人一眼就能爱上的家伙。所以,只好放弃啦。



Wislawa Szymborska

They're both convinced  
that a sudden passion joined them.  
Such certainty is beautiful,  
but uncertainty is more beautiful still. 

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 beginning  
is only a continuation   
and the book of fate is  
always open in the middle.

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