Comments about Dmitry Gorensky
Eclogue I: Ulyss To Laertes
Eclogue I: Ulyss to Laertes
To Artheme Luuthkean
On window sill as sole a boot lying a smoothing-iron
as sunken Argo
How much has happened a while ago, sand king?
Jason sit at piedmont cavern, remember scoundrels
leave one to one’s fate
Medea waits sheepskin, more than husband and his band
Without any thought what all lost and over
She was trying on a shoulders curtain
Map of the world, as scheme of meat-cutting
To Hellenic everywhere so cramped
He’s not cut out to be among regulars
He never could resist before sea or ...