Sep 142011
To survey the contested scene
Serene from heights Olympian
And know you had ascended there
Not by what you did or dared
But by snipping short the wings
Of one, among eagles, king
Drives home a blinding nail
Through the landscape you surveil.

The sumptuous fete, the feast
Attended by man and beast
To celebrate your sip
From Nike's very lips
Augurs a sudden hunger
When your dear competitor
His cup to his winning host
Lifts up in noble toast.

How empty are such high scenes
To one whose victory's a dream
Granted only by slight and slant--
A gardener who but supplants
And cannot raise from seed the grace
That blossoms in the face--
One who never shall know noon
Unshadowed by the moon.

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