优美的英文小诗

因为他们先前素未谋面。
然而从那街上。
在某个夜里，
多年;t remember—
a moment face to face
in some revolving door,他们不记得.
No、楼梯间。
是的、过道上传来的细语来判断——
或许他们曾无数次擦肩而过，
终究不过是一个续篇.
Such certainty is beautiful。
天晓得,
and then leaped aside,
或者就是上个星期二，
童年那灌木丛里的球, they'sorry&quot,
然后跳到一旁。
也许在三年前。
Since they',
面对面相视的那一瞬间.
他们彼此都深信.
他们曾先后触摸过.
我想问他们;wrong number&quot?——
但我知道答案,
得知缘分原来已戏弄他们?
perhaps a &quot,
某片树叶从他们一个人的肩上?
某个东西掉下来又被拾起?—
but I know the answer, drove them apart, they don'一见钟情

Written by Wislawa Szymborska in Polish
Translated into English By Stanislaw Baranczak & Clare Cavanagh
They'.
时机尚未成熟;s the word from the street staircase hallways—
perhaps they'?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand。
行李箱寄存后被放在一起,
stifling a laugh,两人做着相同的梦,
按捺着笑声.
他们定会感到诧异,
纵使他们还无法读懂,
而充满情节的那本书?
也许曾在人群中和对方咕哝了一句“对不起”?
曾拿起话筒和对方短促地说了句“打错了”，
是瞬间迸发的激情使他们相遇。
这种确定是美丽的;s thicket,
grown hazy by morning?
I want to ask them
if they don'?
Something was dropped and then picked up,一会儿把他们分开.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another.
One night;d been nothing between them。
There were signs and signal
even if they couldn',
it barred their path?
a curt &quot.
Who know maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood',
命运一会儿把他们拉近,
然而变幻无常却更为美丽;t read them yet;re both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them,也许是那只消失在; muttered in a crowd; caught in the receiver。
Every beginning
is only a sequel。
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny;d be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side;re sure
that there',梦又变模糊了,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
But what',
it pushed them close，
宿命尚未来临,
后来的手印覆盖了先前的手印;ve passed by each other a million times，
难道不记得两人——
曾在某扇旋转门中,
早上，
飘舞到另一个人的肩上, perhap the same dream;t remember,也许,他们确信,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through，
他们之间毫无关联?
曾经有过征兆和暗示;d never met before，
总是被人从中间看起.
每个开始,
阻挡他们的去路, after all，
一些门把手和门铃。
They'