The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov

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DID YOU KNOW?---We update this site frequently---usually, every Saturday. Check back to see Pavel's new poems and classics from the archives. 

You can view Pavel's photos at Pavel's Camera. Recently added: Winterfest 2017, with scenes from our town's Christmas parade and street festival.

Pavel's latest collection of poems, So Tell Us, Christ, is 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.

Pavel's A House Rejoicing is available at Amazon.com, in print and on Kindle, and at Barnes & Noble. The cover art is "The Little Festive House," by Lisa Lorenz. Also by Pavel are From Here to Babylon; 
Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, published by Grey Owl Press; and Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius  and Animal Kingdom, from Kaufmann Publishing.

Pavel's poems inspired by Goya's etchings are at homagetogoya.com.

Sylvia Dorham's moving The Book of Names is available at Amazon.com. 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 (fishhook@atlanticbb.net) and must be credited to Pavel Chichikov. No alterations in the text may be made. All copyright restrictions apply.

Please note: Pavel has no connection with CivFanatics and never has had.


 

  

 

 

 

“The Tree of Life”; Currier & Ives, 1892

Courtesy Springfield Museums

 

 

BE SILENT, MY SOUL

 

Be silent, my soul, be still

Salvation is not a skill

But the mercy of God the Son,

His merciful will be done

 

In the shade of the fruitful tree

You shall wait for the food to be,

He will offer the apple of joy

And the serpent He will destroy

 

To the garden you both shall go

And the life of eternity know,

Friend alongside side to befriend,

His love for you never to end

 

My soul be never afraid

You are what His love has made

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hubert and Jan van Eyck, “Adoration of the Mystic Lamb,” early 15th century

From the Ghent Altarpiece

Courtesy Wikipedia


 

AND THEN I SLEPT

 

The Adoration of the Lamb

Whose blood spilled out into a chalice

And I was there to watch and kneel

 

The saints and martyrs watched, around Him

Angels knelt and swung their censers

Clouds of fragrant incense rose

 

Adore the Lamb who offers life

He is the Paschal sacrifice

Whose blood was painted on the lintels

 

Death is roaming through the world

But Christ’s sweet blood prevents the onslaught

Through the doorway of the soul

 

It was the setting of the sun

And the first-born of eternity

Lay down their lives, prepared for sleep

 

Saints and martyrs and the angels

Knelt and loved the bleeding Lamb

And I did too, and then I slept

 

 

 

 

 

 

John Henry Twachtman (1853–1902), “Winter”

The Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons

 

 

A WINTER DAY

 

So cold the cowbirds wonder why

Their frozen shadows cannot fly,

Adhere to snow in shreds of black—

The sunrise stops, the sun slides back

 

Do not say I overstate

The rising moon will not inflate

But shrivels in the frozen east—

The fleecy clouds of dawn unfleece

 

With cold so cold that nothing moves

The sunlight freezes on the rooves,

Spectrums splayed across the snow

Contract to bands of indigo

 

I think I may be getting old—

A winter day and I am cold

   

 

 

 

 

 

Fritz von Uhde (1848–1911), “Der Gang nach Emmaus”

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons

 

 

WHERE THEY ARE WE DO NOT KNOW

 

Seven are the days of the week

And the days of the year are numbered

Defend yourselves against them if you can

 

Lift sunlight like a bar of iron

Crush the seconds of a minute in your fist

Raise the moon above your head

 

What can we do then which is our own?

To love and speak kindly

To the Traveler on the road

 

He will explain the sunset and world

And when he breaks the new-made bread

He will reveal His face of light

 

But there are those who would not listen

Going on into the shadows

And where they are we do not know

 

     

 

 

 

Snowy Owl; photo by Steve Courson

Courtesy photographer and Flickr

 

 

THE OWL AND THE HARE

 

Creatures of the snow

As white as white can be

The owl and the fox

The ones you cannot see

 

The furtive snowshoe hare

As if it were not there,

Rhymer of the white

Who vanishes from sight

 

As if the blood were not

Inside them red and hot,

The outer white and cold

A different story told

 

You see them by the track

Nor shadow do they lack

The same as you and me

Whose soul you cannot see

 

But still the soul is there

The owl and the hare

 

 

 

 

 Star of Bethlehem

 

 

ONCE I MET A MAN WHO SAW THE SUN EXPLODE

 

Once I met a man

Who saw the sun explode

Or so it seemed to him

 

A Soviet H-bomb

Of 50 megatons

From a watching US ship

 

Beneath the sea’s perspective

The blast rose up in fire

Colossal detonation

 

There is another sun

Beneath our soul’s horizon

Whose disk we cannot see

 

And yet there is an aura

The sets the soul on fire

And prints the retina

 

With streaks of spirit fire

But the star of holy wonder

Stays hidden from our sight

 

But one day it will rise

As it rose above the crèche

Where the holy Infant slept

 

And as the shepherds came

We too will approach

To praise and not go blind

 

 

 

 

 

Vision of Ezekiel; German, 17th century

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons

 

 

BY FLESH AND BONE

 

I am of the dry boned ones

In the valley of Ezekiel,

The Lord enfleshed me and I rose

Skin and tendon, cell by cell

 

And when I am returned to that

Unfleshed and bony relict form,

He will again transfer His blood

To make my body live and warm

 

He will return me to that state,

It is His power to create,

All life and living comes from Him

In every bone and every limb

 

To do His work, not of my own

But of His will, by flesh and bone

 

 

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