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

Song of the Drowning Cossack

Florence Randal Livesay, trans.

From “Old Folk Songs of Ukraina”

GO, my horse, along the road, through the new gates;

And my old mother will come out to meet you.

But tell her not, little steed, that I was drowned—

Tell her, my little horse, that I have married.

Oi! my friends at the wedding are maples drooping over water,

My marriage-brokers are carpenters in the water,

My groomsmen are of the drift-wood,

My kinsmen are the pike in the river,

And my bride—the still waters!