The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov

Pavel's new collection of poems, A House Rejoicing, is now available at, 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 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 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 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 ( 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."




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

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





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







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





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

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





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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