SISYPHUS PREDICTION

I came from the katlan-holds of the high hills,

 tempted by howling wolves,

 carrying the memories of happy consciousnesses,

 rolling invisible Sisyphus stones on eternal days,

 like one who in summer picks up a mark,

 to cast in spring, to pine in sweat!

 - I have seen a muscular ridge

 towering straight in homage,

 and the valley-yard,

 with its peaceful lure,

 will welcome me! 

All that I loved I kept to be a fuller man!

 Like the rich-sad sacrifice of gushing tears

 in the eye-stands:

 the blood-clear sincerity of pains,

 the sigh of complaint,

 I have preserved in the match-box

 of my conscience the real raging

 of emotion of storms,

The dazzling eyes of earth's stars

 did not ask my compliments nor my beauties!

 From my bombarding and all-seeing chestnut eyes

 I would have asked Humility,

 unselfishly caring kindness!

 For days on end I listened, absorbed,

 to my half-hearted pessimism,

 as a wise message from the wise Theiresias:

 "The camp of the bright-eyed still tempts me,

 surrounds me, but beware!

 The danger of your expulsion

 hangs over your head, threatens!

 "You'll be thrown away for your romance,

 your compliments, your bunches!"

 - Wherever I once started 

The unknown footsteps of my feet

 Yet the flirtatious grey winked,

 winked at me: 

I heard devastating Jericho accusations quiver,

 In the pits of my wiped-out eye-sockets,

 I felt myself annihilated

 as the curse of moments!