They're both convinced

that a sudden passion joined them.

Such certainty is 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 thimes?

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 tough 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. 

                                                     ---'LOVE AT FISRT SIGHT' by Szymborska 

早在看幾米的《向左走•向右走》前已看過Szymborska的詩集(當然是中文)，

而這首'Love at first sight'自然是當中較著名的。

喜歡看她的詩，

因為文字輕淡，

因為雖是女兒身卻不見半點矯情，

因為沒有太多人認識她，夠冷門，我鍾意。

竟然要向圖書館工作人員索取，

因為這位曾獲得1996年諾貝爾文學獎的女詩人的作品集竟然關在閉架區內，

最經典的是上一次的借閱時間竟然是2003年，

真是……無言。

不過也好， 

偶爾拋幾句詩來嚇唬人也不錯。(呵呵呵)

P.S.
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