Out of Reach
Odysseus recalls meeting Tantalus and Sisyphus, for whom relief was everlastingly beyond their grasp.
Introduction
Odysseus, King of Ithaca, is sailing homeward after taking part in the Siege of Troy. Looking back, he recalls how on Circe’s advice his journey took him to the black rivers of Hades, and how at the confluence of the Periphlegethon and the Cocytus he offered sacrifice. A pale crowd of the shades of men rose about him, and among them were Tantalus and Sisyphus.
And I saw Tantalus in violent torment, standing in a pool, and the water came nigh unto his chin. He seemed as one athirst, but could not take and drink; for as often as that old man stooped down, eager to drink, so often would the water be swallowed up and vanish away, and at his feet the black earth would appear, for some god made all dry. And trees, high and leafy, let stream their fruits above his head, pears, and pomegranates, and apple trees with their bright fruit, and sweet figs, and luxuriant olives. But as often as that old man would reach out toward these, to clutch them with his hands, the wind would toss them to the shadowy clouds.
Aye, and I saw Sisyphus in violent torment, seeking to raise a monstrous stone with both his hands. Verily he would brace himself with hands and feet, and thrust the stone toward the crest of a hill, but as often as he was about to heave it over the top, the weight would turn it back, and then down again to the plain would come rolling the ruthless stone. But he would strain again and thrust it back, and the sweat flowed down from his limbs, and dust rose up from his head.
