Tag Archives: Eclogues

Pastoral Sketches

A loose “dystranslation” of one of Virgil’s Eclogues, which I’ve been playing around with this month. Licorice I. “My love’s run off with a beat cop” goes the cry from Gallus and everyone gathers round to listen even the bees … Continue reading

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