I've watched thee, Scarab! Yea, an hour in vain <br />I've watched thee, slowly toiling up the hill, <br />Pushing thy lump of mud before thee still <br />With patience infinite and stubborn strain. <br />Strive as thou mayst, spare neither time nor pain, <br />To screen thy burden from all chance of ill; <br />Push, push, with all a beetle's force of will, <br />Thy ball, alas! rolls ever down again. <br /> <br />Toil without end! And why? That after thee <br />Dim hosts of groping Scarabs too shall climb <br />This self-same height? Accursèd progeny <br />Of Sisyphus, what antenatal crime <br />Has doomed us too to roll incessantly <br />Life's Stone, recoiling from the Alps of time?<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scarab-us-sisyphus/
