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The world of Lesyk Panasyuk's poetry has perhaps the main feature - it is long, extended, connected. This is the poetry by which one can almost unmistakably identify the author: through imagery, recognisable form inherent in even quite short poems... It seems that we, the readers, are simply following the author through this world, making discoveries together with him. That is, this world of poetry was created by someone else's fantasy, a non-human one. And isn't it more real than the everyday life that you don't even want to talk about? So the "real apple" seems more real even than the real apple.