“Training alone will not a victor make.
To seize on skill of any kind is hard.
But, when you carry forth this highest prize,
Shout aloud with the greatness of your heart
That, by the ordinance of God, this man at least
Was born with valor’s brilliance in his eyes.”
–Pindar, “Ode to Epharmostus, Victor in the Wrestling,” trans. T.R.
We got rid of that wrestling stuff—
But held on tight to rhythmic dance.
Rhythmic gymnastics? Close enough.
The point is that, as times advance,
The future’s vast and bright expanse
Puts an end to the past’s dull claims.
We have to take another stance.
These are the new Olympic Games.
Excellence – chief among the aims
The old Olympics targeted—
Is something that our own age tames
And even cages till it’s dead.
A natural aristocrat
We bind and smother. Wrestle that!