一见钟情
辛波斯卡
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,大堂传来的花语
他们也许擦肩而过一百次了吧
我想问他们是否记得
在旋转门对面的那一刻
或是在人群中娓娓道出的不好意思
或是在电话的另一侧道出的打错了
但是我早知道答案
是的 他们并不记得
他们会很讶异
原来缘分已经戏弄他们多年
时机并未成熟
变成他们的命运
缘分将他们推进
阻挡他们的去路
忍住笑声
然后闪到一旁
Love at First Sight
Wislawa Szymborska
Both are convinced
that 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 that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?
I'd like to ask them
whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an "excuse me" in a crowd
or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don't remember.
They'd be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.
Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, 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 Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood
There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch 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 beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.
我一直都不是一个相信一见钟情的人
——以后也不可能是了，不需要是——
可是每次看到电影中一见钟情的故事却还是会很感动
前两天央视6套播《向左走向右走》，又看了一遍
倒不是说觉得这个片子拍的特别好
也许是金城武太帅了，也许我还是喜欢其中的那种浪漫
也比较喜欢辛波斯卡的这首诗吧，想起来了，所以发到blog上面来
