I Sisyphus Poem by Leonard Gorski

I, Sisyphus, am tired,
Not tiredness, just tired.
Chained invisible chain
To the path I chose myself?

I was not given
To know a lot of happiness, nor
Love.

My hands are occupied,
A tidy boulder of fate rolling
Up the hill, on the island of Atos.

So I could not do anything
Possess or capture...
But the Beauty
Nature and Art,
Sometimes rare luck -
Good people.

Or maybe it should be already
Enough?

Not satisfied sponge of imagination
It does not listen to master Lao, and
Oblivious to the teachings he preached:
If you want to embrace everything,
You must get rid of everything.

And, meanwhile, the senses are not passive.
When almost right at the top -
They thrust down the stone.

And yes, day after day,
Another day again...
Sore palms are occupied with toil of
Sisyphean work,
And the senses are not sleeping...
Like an old woman in a window -
They still look Hope …