Read Poem: Eyes in Dostoevsky’s Palms, by Stefan Markovski

There were once eyes inside Dostoevsky’s palms
I do not know if he knew
But he moved them calmly and without closing

There were eyes inside the palms
that outlined the fate of the Karamazovs
Or the dilemmas of a girl too young with a pointed revolver
to the temple of him the unloved
Or the rational egoism of
Everyone locked in the underground of their own skull
The hand movements were calm and disciplined
As only military engineer would be

There are eyes
Siberian blizzards passed through the pen
Though, they look sharp
As if about to penetrate through the layers of the wind
Or of the palm
Even if it closed
Or would not be there


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