| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Where Luck Lies | | By 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. | 5 |
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| Under Bukowina’s sky | |
| Even there I went. | |
| Passed the flinty Tyrol’s bar, | |
| Wandered till I reached a star— | |
| Wandering still am I! | 10 |
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| 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! | 15 | | | |
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