Victory Odes
Pindar, 1840
Ancient victory odes that turn athletic wins into myth, ethics and memory—fast, strange, and built to be heard aloud.
Pindar
-522–-450
When Alexander the Great razed Thebes in 335 BCE, he spared the house and descendants of Pindar, the city’s most famous poet.
Feels like awe, freedom and memory.
What it costs to choose a life that might be remembered.
In the path doth a mighty peril lie;To the craven soul no welcome it gives.But, seeing a man must needs once die,Wherefore should I unto old age screenFrom peril a life that only lives,Sitting nameless and fameless in darkness unseen,In the deeds of the valiant never sharing?Nay, lies at my feet the challenge now:I will accept it for doing and daring!Good speed to mine heart’s desire grant thou!”Not fruitless the cry of his heart’s desiringWas uttered. The God heard gracious-souled,And crowned him with honour. Winged steeds untiringHe gave, and a chariot of gold. Books by Pindar
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