The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov

Pavel's new collection of poems, A House Rejoicing, is now available at Amazon.com, in print and on Kindle, and at Barnes & Noble. The cover art is "The Little Festive House," by Lisa Lorenz. Hear what Pavel says about the book.

Pavel's book From Here to Babylon is available in print and on Kindle.

Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, published by Grey Owl Press, is available at Amazon, or write to nlevine@erols.com. Read the review of Lion Sun on Scribble on the Net, an electronic journal of New Zealand and international poetry.  

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 www.homagetogoya.com. And a selection of his photos can be seen at Catholic Images by Pavel Chichikov.

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

Enjoy artist Timothy Jones's blog page, which features his painting "Fallen Oak."  

Guest 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.


  

  


  

Alice Ravenel Huger Smith (1876–1958), “Moon, Flower and Hawk Moth”

Courtesy Gibbes Museum of Art, Charleston SC

 

  

Hear Pavel read  "One Great Revelation."

 

ONE GREAT REVELATION

 

Moonflowers open beneath the moon

Cast their scent beneath the waxing crescent

But close their faces underneath the sun

 

The mind asleep unseals its face

Emits the scent of revelation

Though in broad daylight it may close

 

The great white trumpet efflorescing

Draws the hawk moth in the moonlight

As dreaming minds attract the future

 

But can the future fertilize the past?

There is neither past nor future

Only one great revelation opening

   

     

  

  


 

Geese at sunset

Courtesy Arts Journal/Rifftides

 

 

RIPPLES RUN ACROSS THE LAKE

 

Ripples run across the lake

The gray geese rise and train

Their wings for the long desired flight

They return to rest again

 

Soon they will leave forever, forever

Never to return

They are the spirits of those we love

And here we still remain

 

Listen to the distant sun

Behind the hills, below,

Follow me to where I fall

And then we rise also

 

     

 

  

  


 

Dragonfly in flight

Courtesy BMI Dragonfly

 

 

SO WILL WE

 

Swifts rise up because the midges swarm,

August light and late, the weather warm,

Spiraling they flutter, rise and fall

Curve and glide and roll and even stall

 

A single dragonfly among the rest

Hunting with its basket effortless

Captures one or two it will consume

In flight, for every hunter there is room

 

Bountiful the air, in their elation

Fattening themselves for their migration,

Some have never seen but they will see

And when we rise and migrate, so will we

  

       

 

 

TO WAKING OR TO SLEEP

 

Now they share the sky

Swifts and bats at dusk

In hunting they ally

 

But as the dusk grows deep

And purple dominates

Swifts fly home to sleep

 

In place of waking sight

The vision of our sleep

Flourishes at night

 

So that the sight within

Spreads outward towards the night

When barriers grow thin

 

It is this twilight state

In which the prophets spoke

By dusk inebriate

 

A foot on either side

Midnight and full noon

To both they are allied

 

To waking or to sleep

Do not go in haste

But wait and watchful keep

 

But do not force or press

Remember who awaits

With burning in the wilderness

 

    

 

 

 


 

Turkey vulture

Courtesy Fast Cory

 

 

WAR!

 

In the hot bright summer sun, late August glare

Some creature dies perhaps, or on a venture

Birds patrol the blue translucent air

 

On wings dihedral and those primaries

The gliding, sliding patient watchful path,

Particular the details of identity

 

There is a thing that hunts for living souls

Which if they fall and while they live

Breathe on beneath a vulture on patrol

 

It looks for all and everyone

Although it is invisible because

It glides between the fallen and the sun

 

Where have we seen this scavenger before?

Not in the sky but strutting on the ground

To feed upon the flesh of burning cities—war!

 

 

  

 

 

 

Spider on dragline silk

Courtesy Royal Society of Chemistry

 

 

SPIDER ON A SILKEN ROPE

 

Spider on a silken rope

Cable to a chestnut tree

The other anchored to a green van

 

When the driver starts and goes

Your work will not be useless

As the works of Man

 

You can spin and spin again

Make up for every brainless fault

With a spinneret

 

But oh how many webs we wove

And as they were by wind torn down

Each became a moral debt

 

How many structures spun in vain

And then another web begun

And then discover

 

The wind has blown the web away

But still we spin and spin again

Another and another

 

      

 


 

 

 

Bulgarian Eleusa Virgin; written by Ustinian Tilov

 

 

YOU MAY JOIN

 

What sort of army is it I should join?

I am too old

No, she said and smiled, you are too juvenile

 

Is it the war of life, or afterlife

And who is she?

The girl is Joseph’s wife, bride of the mystery

 

What is the uniform, could it be camouflage?

It is what you wear

With us—have it if you dare

 

Take these many tests, come up to the mark—

How may I take them?

You take them in the dark

 

What is the recruiting fee—what will you pay?

Nothing you can see,

Lessening each day

 

Why are you smiling, why so comfortable

With my demur?

I remain unsure

 

Well then, you may choose

It is your choice to fight or stand aside

You may join , or you may hide

 

You may join in battle, you may hide

You may come with us and with my Son—

Fight by His side

 

Battle side by side—He never asks but He

Does what He has asked for—

That is the glory of the Three

 

Sharing battle is the glory

Father Son and Ghost

And you may join their host

 

          

 

  

 

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