Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Where Luck LiesFlorence Randal Livesay
From “Slavic Songs”
From the Ukrainian of Fedkovich
From the Ukrainian of Fedkovich
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Threshing out the beans—
I hied me to Germany
Seeking where my Luck might be,
League on league to roam.
Even there I went.
Passed the flinty Tyrol’s bar,
Wandered till I reached a star—
Wandering still am I!
Threshing all the while.
Luck that would not come to me,
Luck I went so far to see—
In your beans it fell!