The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov


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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.

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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. 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.

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Jan Brueghel the Elder (1568–1625), “The Temptation in the Garden of Eden”

Courtesy Victoria and Albert Museum, London





Bird song and a new creation

As on the day when song was made,

The sun as bread was freshly risen

None who lived there were afraid


This is My house, the Lord God said,

There are no windows but the sky,

The sunlight on which you are fed

Will make you perch and sing and fly


Then there came another two

As curious as they were tall

Who did not know what Satan knew,

That what can fly can also fall


When they were banished song was hushed

As through the groves a cold wind rushed






Open House

Photo by Pavel Chichikov





They moved to another house

The door to this one open

The floors are soaked with urine

The upstairs commode is missing

A hole in the floor and a pipe


Debris on the kitchen counter

Rubbish on the floors

The mortgage unpaid for a year

A stench fills up the house

A stream runs through the basement


They both had been dealing drugs

Both have criminal records—

Are we talking about a family

Or about our human species?

Is the empty house our planet?


And when we move to Mars

Will we rubbish that one too?







Walking with Phones

Courtesy Libreshot





How happy they must be, their feed is ample

Rich and fortifying for these cattle,

Finish them and feed them quickly too

Grow them twice as fast as once they grew


Breed them first so that they’re all the same,

Breed them dumb and happy, pleased and tame,

When they are completed, slow and gross,

Slaughter them and cut their quarters close


Once they were two-legged and could speak,

We taught them that a human is a freak,

God was always fiction in the sky,

Life is only once and then they die


No livestock are permitted to run free

Or yearn a bit for their humanity






The latest gossip of the ghosts

Who never know they’re dead,

How some important people spoke

And what the stylish said,


Rumors of the insiders

An inner secret ring,

The famous and their noticers

And every tiny king


All forgotten in a year

At most in a decade,

Phantoms that no one would fear

A transparent parade


Receding into nothingness

Oblivion is their address






Domênikos Theotokópoulos (El Greco) (1541–1614), “The Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane”

Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons





He is the One who dwells

Within a house of light

Forever glorious


He did not have to die

Submitting to the fate

Of those whom He created


But knew annihilation

Existence at an end

A beast’s oblivion


He did not have to die

But freely came to us

In solidarity


Generous once more

Abundantly He fed

The cold and famished dead






Domingo Valdivieso y Henarejos (1830–72), “Descent from the Cross”

Prado Museum, Madrid

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons





I gave my blood for every year

Thirty-three of them I count,

Drop by drop for every life,

Who can measure the amount?


Until my veins were shriveled dry

But those who were condemned turned red,

I was drained and then I died

While they with My red blood were fed


Night went by and saw My tomb

Glanced aside and passed away,

He would not find me there again,

Night departed, it was day


Still My blood drips drop by drop,

By day and night it does not stop






Bartholomeus Breenbergh (1598–1657), “Jesus Healing a Deaf-Mute Man”

Louvre Museum

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons





Mute and deaf when I met God

An ordinary-looking man

But with a glory in his eyes

That could do more than people can


He put His spittle on my tongue

His fingers in my soundless ears

Words came tumbling from my lungs

And from my eyes came thankful tears


I could hear and I could speak

He told me to go on with grace -

There was nothing more to seek

Except the glory of His face


That glory sometimes I can see

Declare the light that speaks to me


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