英语小故事,幽默笑话小故事

by Wislawa Szymborska

                          they're both convinced
                     that a sudden passion joined them.
                      such certainty is more 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 times?

                             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 touch 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.

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