Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GOLDEN ROAD TO BARCELONA: 1992, by MARTIN FAGG First Line: We athletes who, with sternest discipline Last Line: We took the golden road to barcelona.' Subject(s): Olympic Games | ||||||||
We athletes who, with sternest discipline, Still punish weary limbs that yearn for rest; Who, hearts once pitched upon our high design, Disdain all feats that fall below the best. What drives us forward? Pride, consuming pride, That scorns to bow to rigour, ache or strain; That seeks those ecstasies we know abide Beyond the bourn of puny-body's pain. Down galleries of dedicated days, One impulse thrusts us onward, one alone a Fierce desire to wear the victor's bays To Go for Gold and Win! in Barcelona. To clutch the Bronze or Silver's splendid prize; But, most of all, to grasp refulgent Gold, The guerdon of a tireless enterprise A lifetime's bliss in one sweet rapture rolled! And yet, of all those Knights who sought the Grail, Most failed and died, albeit lion-hearted. Our uttermost endeavours too may fail By sudden sickness, chance or inches! thwarted. The winners are but few. To that great host Of those who lose, this only can atone a Princely-proud ability to boast 'We Took the Golden Road to Barcelona.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECOND OLYMPIQUE ODE OF PINDAR by ABRAHAM COWLEY TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR: 5. TO THE SAME by REGINALD HEBER AND THE SORROW by MIRIAM A. COHEN ACTRESSES I'VE KNOWN GROW YOUNGER by JAMES HARRISON BLACK WINGS by REGINALD SINCLAIR LEWIS ELEGY ON THOMAS HOOD by MARTIN FAGG MRS. NIGHTINGALE by MARTIN FAGG WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON |
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