To Phoebus' shrine three youths of fame, A wrestler, boxer, racer came, And begg'd the Delphic god to say, Which from the next Olympic game Should bear the envied wreath away? And thus the oracle decided: -- "Be victors all, brave youths, this day, Each in your several arts! -- @3provided That none outstrip the racer's feet, None at his trade the boxer beat, None in the dust the wrestler lay!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE RECESSIONAL (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG HOW THE WINNING FOUR WEST HOME by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |