The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov


NEW! See Pavel's photos at Pavel's Camera. Check out the additions on People and Near Us.

Pavel's latest collection of poems, So Tell Us, Christ, is now available from Amazon in both paperback and Kindle formats. The cover art is "El Salvador"  by El Greco, from the Museo del Greco in Toledo.

Ave Maria University's Special Collections include printed, digital, and recorded materials by Pavel Chichikov. The university is currently developing a new Website.

Pavel's A House Rejoicing is available at, in print and on Kindle, and at Barnes & Noble. The cover art is "The Little Festive House," by Lisa Lorenz. From Here to Babylon is also available in print and on Kindle.

 Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, published by Grey Owl Press, is available at Amazon. Also by Pavel are Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius  and Animal Kingdom, from Kaufmann Publishing.

Pavel's poems inspired by Goya's etchings are at

Sylvia Dorham's moving The Book of Names is available at See Pavel's review on the book page!

Poet Charles Van Gorkom's blog may be found here.

All poems on this page are by Pavel Chichikov. They may be freely distributed, if not for profit, upon the permission of Pavel Chichikov ( and must be credited to Pavel Chichikov. No alterations in the text may be made. All copyright restrictions apply.

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 Royal Yellow Dutch Iris

Courtesy Easy to Grow Bulbs






Dutch Iris

As if the earth were wax

And the yellow sunlight flame


What altar does it grow from?

Do not blame the pagans

For their misconception


They could not light the fire

Of a different candle

Unless the starlight kindled it





Preparing for Takeoff

Image courtesy of Pennsylvania Game Commission, HDOnTap and Comcast Business






There were two eaglets left and right

The one of dawn, the one of night

Who loved their nest but would not fly

Because for them it was too high


Then their instinct drew them through

The barrier of what they knew

Until they met an open space

Beyond those branches interlaced


Tree and forest, field and lake

Theirs to see and theirs to take,

Meat and fish and fish and meat,

God above, His Judgment Seat


God who found that all was good

The sky, the nest, the great green wood






Black Locust (Robinia pseudoacacia) in flower

Photo by MDC staff

Courtesy Missouri Department of Conservation





Green lace spun by the intricate leaves of the locust

Beneath them lies on the road a pallid harvest

Yellow thin blossoms like dust of the fallen proud


Is it of these as that all of our flesh must rot?

That spirits may blossom in love and some may not?

It might be that God in His wisdom has so decided


Then why not the spirits of evil who turn to hate?

Will they be cast, decay to a perishing state

And the souls of true love spring up again to live?


Propose then the spirit’s Defender, the Paraclete

Who moves to the front of the court, the Judgment Seat

Who declares that they are His own, they too return


That even if once they loved then fell from grace

The leaves of the locust will be to them green lace

That only for loving of them they will be saved






The penultimate stages of Parkinson’s

In a wheelchair and tremors presenting

Once was robust and a builder of houses


He’s a handful, his wife says, standing beside him,

As if he’s unable to hear her or speak—

As if he were not a true man but a problem


Endeavors to press himself up to his walker

Falls back again to the seat of his chair

He will only grow weaker and walk again never


How can it be, the child born robust

Can fail so completely though nothing at fault

Lord God in Heaven, how can that be just?


Ask Job and the martyrs, the children of Dresden

Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Kiev and Warsaw

Ask of the infants of Auschwitz, and London


Those who survive and those who must perish

Why were they born to go through so much?

Why should the innocent suffer then vanish?


Can only say this: Pray for an answer

Egoless, meek as a small child might be

Let it be Parkinson’s, tormenting cancer


A dwelling of Light rose up in reply

Souls of the blessed in praise in their orbit

That all is made well, that no one shall die






Grant Wood (1891–1942), “Spring Plowing”

Courtesy WikiArt





Ascension Day, there is no planting

Christ of planting left this Earth

Scored by wounds of our long ploughing


We pierced His brow and made Him bleed

Pulled a ploughshare through His side

So on that day we drop no seed


Tradition of the simple farmer

Brought by him to this New World

Unremembered by the clever


But day by day while grain still rises

Those who see and can remember

Know how Christ rose to the sky






He left his shabby house across the street,

Rang our bell and stood there without guile,

Offered his apologies as neat

Without a false excuse, without denial   


Rejected words, I granted him no trust   

But said I would see this before I would:

No drunkenness of his because he must

Show by how he lived some rectitude


His fourteen-year-old son forsake cannabis

And cigarettes for these are both illegal—

The boy had contacts thuggish and a menace,

Police have searched the house, the stench is foul


Brutal words that we would like to say

But never will although we know we ought,

Ghost-like words, though dream of them we may—

He stood there till he faded from my thought






Earth is a wandering shower of rain

In the garden of God

But the soul is immortal


The sun is a finch that sings on a tree

In the garden of God

But the spirit goes on


Time to the end is the shadow thrown

By the glory of God

When He walks in the cool of the evening



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