Murasaki Shikibu book The Tale of Genji
Source: Tale of Genji, The Tale of Genji, trans. Arthur Waley, Ch. 19: A Wreath of Cloud
"Main Street"
Main Street and Other Poems (1917)
Context: God be thanked for the Milky Way that runs across the sky,
That's the path that my feet would tread whenever I have to die.
Some folks call it a Silver Sword, and some a Pearly Crown,
But the only thing I think it is, is Main Street, Heaventown.
Murasaki Shikibu book The Tale of Genji
Source: Tale of Genji, The Tale of Genji, trans. Arthur Waley, Ch. 19: A Wreath of Cloud
Arthur Waley (1889–1966) British academic
Source: Translations, The Tale of Genji (1925–1933), Ch. 19: 'A Wreath of Cloud'
Carole King (1942) Nasa
I Feel the Earth Move · performance on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoHuxpa4h48 <br class="br">Song lyrics, Tapestry (1971)
“I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.”
Euripidés (-480–-406 BC) ancient Athenian playwright
“I never thought of running
My feet just led the way”
Conor Oberst (1980) American musician
If The Brakeman turns my way
Cassadaga (2007)
“Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a luster, he that runs may read.”
William Cowper (1731–1800) (1731–1800) English poet and hymnodist
"Tirocinium", line 79 (1785).
Li Bai (701–762) Chinese poet of the Tang dynasty poetry period
"Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu" (望庐山瀑布), trans. Burton Watson
William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) American romantic poet and journalist
To a Waterfowl http://www.bartleby.com/102/17.html, st. 8 (1818)
“Far from the Blest; such is the path I tread,”
Empedocles (-490–-430 BC) ancient Greek philosopher
tr. Phillip H. De Lacy and Benedict Einarson. Cf. full quotation at Leonard p. 54-55 https://books.google.com/books?id=omUTAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA54#v=onepage&q&f=false<br>fr. 115, as paraphrased in Plutarch's Moralia <br class="br">Purifications <br class="br">Context: A law there is, an oracle of Doom, Of old enacted by the assembled gods, That if a Daemon—such as live for ages— Defile himself with foul and sinful murder, He must for seasons thrice ten thousand roam Far from the Blest; such is the path I tread, I too a wanderer and exile from heaven.