Lily4ever

Love at first sight by Wislawa Szymborska (维斯瓦娃·辛波丝卡，1923-2012，波兰女作家，1996年诺贝尔文学奖得主）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 had been nothing between them. But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways— Perhaps they've passed each other a million times? I want to ask them If they can 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? So