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.




Fritz von Uhde (1848–1911), “The Last Supper”

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons



Hear Pavel read  "The Christening."




As God in our epiphany

Raised us from the dust,

I saw a priest raise God on high

To manifest God’s trust


That we could hold up steadfastly

The grandeur on the Cross,

In semblance of the bread and wine

No holiness was lost


And then the tableau shifted

As if it were a kind

Of life beyond the ritual,

External to the mind


The priest became a celebrant

Of Eucharistic love

As clear and deep as time and space,

Beyond it and above


As if the priest had raised for us

Communion for all things

And every newborn visitor

At Jesus’ christening








“The Bridge to the Other Side of Where?” Photo by Mother Nature

Courtesy Fine Art America





Set two worlds apart,

Set them side by side,

One of them is dying

The chasm is not wide


Easy to cross over,

The going over death,

Between the two a passage

As narrow as a breath


To one I am a stranger

The other is my rest,

Which should I desire?

Which do you suggest?


A bridge across a chasm

On which the spirits cross,

Although we look behind us

To leave it is no loss


But a sparrow near my window

Chattered with regret,

We need someone to praise us

So do not leave us yet


A wind blew through the maples

Scattered as it blew,

We need someone to praise us

And who will sing but you?







Sleeping Pig

Courtesy British Lop Pig Society





Three big hogs in an old red trailer

Parked at the curb outside our house,

But where was the parking farmer?


I looked inside, a hog looked back

With a yellow eye, then found its tub

And mash-of-cornmeal snack


Two other hogs lay side by side

At the forward end of the red trailer

Somnolent, and sighed


This is the truth, I do not lie,

Outside our house three hogs appeared

As snug as in their natal sty


Sometimes there exists a mark

Which may or may not prophesy,

Improbable though it will park


Reason should at times relax

Permit the soul to wander forth

Into the wilderness of facts


Three hogs appeared, that I have seen

Undoubtedly, so we await

The devils of the Gadarenes








Who can teach a fish to swim

A bat to fly when day is dim?

Who will train a horse to graze,

Moles to learn their digging ways?


Then some urgency provide

In case a rabbit needs to hide

In brambles when the fox is near—

Have you fashioned faith and fear?


Then teach falsehood to be true

Disintegration to be new,

Perversity to be made clean,

Words are what you say they mean





Church of St. Louis of the French, Moscow; photo A. Savin

Courtesy Wikimedia Commons





One street from a cold Gehenna,

The secret prison called Lubyanka,

Stands a modest Catholic church

They call Saint Louis of the French


As in this world so in those streets

Good and evil nearly meet,

Move together side by side,

Stone and ice they pass and slide


As in each soul those two exist,

Like DNA they inter-twist,

Good and evil, war and peace

The priesthood and the state police


Meet and gaze like brother twins

Exchanging blessings, curses, sins,

Across a street, across a room

And even maybe in the tomb


And once I saw a person haul

Potatoes issued in the fall,

A hundred kilos he was given

Between salvation and the prison




( November 1 is All Saints' Day.)




St. Alphonsus Catholic Church,Baltimore

Courtesy Pinterest





Saints of all the times and places

Assembled in Alphonsus’ church

Like doves they occupy their niches

Cooing as they show their faces

Or perch like eagles on their pulpits

Preening angels’ ivory pinions

Or like the Virgin and her Poppet

Conveyable they sit on platforms


Fixed with arrows, clutching keys

They huddle griddles to their bosoms

Earless listen to the chants

Noseless smell the spreading incense

Still, they linger to advance

From chancel and along the nave

To some unvisionable dance

A bright migration rising in a wave


—From Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov (Grey Owl Press, 1999)







Like any spirit

Comes and goes -

From where to where

No one knows


The forest trail

On which I pass

In high October

Through stained glass


As day itself

Veils the altar,

As priestly monks

Sing the Psalter


Glory, glory

To God most high

And here on Earth

The leaves, the sky





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