| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Marusenka’s Wedding | | By Florence Randal Livesay, trans. |
| | From “Old Folk Songs of Ukraina”
The little Marusenka for water to the stone well has gone. | |
| Ere she stooped for the water—strange sounds in the distance! | |
| She drops her pails, smites her little hands, | |
| And to her home hastens. | |
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| “Oi, my father, dear soul, | 5 |
| The great raid is coming! | |
| They will fight, they will rob us, | |
| They will take me with them— | |
| The little one, the young one, | |
| Like a red cherry.” | 10 |
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| “Marusenka, daughter mine, | |
| Hide thyself in thy chamber | |
| Among the fair maidens.” | |
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| “And there they will know me | |
| By my head, by my hair, | 15 |
| By my light-colored tresses. | |
| The other girls’ braids | |
| Are wreathed all with rue; | |
| But mine are unplaited, | |
| And with periwinkle crowned.” | 20 | | | |
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