Unidade

As plantas sofrem como nós sofremos.
Por que não sofreriam
se esa é a chave da unidade do mundo?

A flor sofre, tocada
por mão inconsciente
Há uma queixa abafada
em sua docilidade.

A pedra é sofrimento
paralítico, eterno.

Não temos nós, animais,
sequer o privilégio de sofrer.

(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)

The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


(Robert Frost)

Macbeth V, v, 19

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

(Shakespeare, Macbeth V, v, 19)