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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Where Luck Lies

Florence Randal Livesay

From “Slavic Songs”

From the Ukrainian of Fedkovich

YOU, my brother, stayed at home,

Threshing out the beans—

I hied me to Germany

Seeking where my Luck might be,

League on league to roam.

Under Bukowina’s sky

Even there I went.

Passed the flinty Tyrol’s bar,

Wandered till I reached a star—

Wandering still am I!

Ah, my brother; you did well

Threshing all the while.

Luck that would not come to me,

Luck I went so far to see—

In your beans it fell!