A poem heard in parody, now in real

I have often heard a parody of this poem – and in connection with sports, to boot. The last one was in the latest book of one of my most favourite series and I referred to extensively in some recent posts. It was only there that I found out the name of the real work.

Let me share it with you…. All the other things later.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) was an American philosopher, essayist, and poet, best remembered for leading the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century.

His poem, “Brahma’ ( in Vol 1., No.1 of The Atlantic Monthly, November 1857) , went:

 If the red slayer think he slays,
  Or if the slain think he is slain,
  They know not well the subtle ways
  I keep, and pass, and turn again.

  Far or forgot to me is near,
  Shadow and sunlight are the same,
  The vanished gods to me appear,
  And one to me are shame and fame.

  They reckon ill who leave me out;
  When me they fly, I am the wings;
  I am the doubter and the doubt,
  And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

  The strong gods pine for my abode,
  And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
  But thou, meek lover of the good!
  Find me, and turn thy back on heaven


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