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.


  

  


 

Vincent Van Gogh (1853–90), “Sunflowers” (detail)

Neue Pinakothek, Munich

Courtesy Through an Artist’s Eyes

 

 

FLOWERS OF GLORY

 

It bows to the ground so no one can strip it

A face to the sky has turned to the earth

All flowers adore the sun

 

Uncountable flowers stand in a field

Turn to the sun as it moves around them

Bend in an arc to follow the light

 

Each one holds in its flowering face

A myriad seeds be shed and scattered

Like worlds to be sown in the fruitful void

 

No one can tell you more than this

About the infinite fields of heaven

Where flowers of glory follow the sun

  

     

 
  



Cain and Abel, Monreale Cathedral, Sicily

Courtesy 30 Days

 

 

Hear Pavel read  "An Ancient Residence."

 

AN ANCIENT RESIDENCE

 

They say invasion has begun

I tell you it has never ended,

Face the barrel of a gun

And see the house of death defended

 

It is an ancient residence

No one knows who first lived in it,

Cain is quick to take offense

But slow to find the single exit

 

Soon there will be no one left

To live outside the brawling rooms,

The tenants steal proclaiming theft

Or in the cellar dig their tombs

 

    

 

 

 


 

Soldiers

Courtesy Sopitas

 

 

STRIKE THE TENT

 

Strike the tent, said Robert Lee

Move on from here he said,

We must go with them, faithful heart,

The army of the dead

 

Though he was not commander

Who was another one

It was not countermanded

But what he said was done

 

It is a long and silent file

The passes on parade,

It marches for another while

But do not be afraid

 

Death will be defeated

The army have its rest,

The battle lasts a single day

From sunrise to the west

 

 

  

 

  

THE DESERT KING

 

When you have begun to see

The contours of your life

What does it resemble?

 

I see a canvas water bag

Oblong, gray and heavyweight

Filled for desert travel

 

Share it with the desert King

One drinks and then the other drinks

Until it is concave

 

Who will be the last to drink?

How much can be left inside

How much can be saved?

 

Share it with him, drink it all

Since that which is not finished now

Will by dark be spilled

 

It will be in some far off place

Where at last the desert ends

When it will be filled

  

     

 


 


 

Fawn in cemetery; photo by Christopher Bailey

Courtesy Father Pitt

 

 

EVEN HERE

 

Although the doe with growing speckled fawns

Forages unwatchful on this cemetery hill,

Battles everlasting in the world go on

Grotesque shadows slide across these burials

 

Across the curved horizons far away from here

Unknown to us, by us unwatched;

Soldiers who are buried here fought long ago

But from their flesh the eggs of war are hatched

 

War forever fertile and she pumps her eggs

Deep within the flesh of everyone who lives,

She stings the generations, plants her ovipositor

Ever fecund in the death she gives

 

So that however quiet this green place may be

Even here forewarning dies and ends,

Above the world the glowing of immortal dusk

And into blood the gentle sunlight bends

 

     

 

 

 

Hans Holbein the Elder (1460/65–1524), “The Presentation of Jesus in the Temple”

Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Courtesy Encylopedia Brittanica Kids

 

 

EVERYTHING

 

What sacrifice to offer to I AM?

Let it be the spotless new-born lamb:

As when the Christ was offered at His birth,

Eternity, the price a moment’s worth,

Offer up no vanity, no pride,

Let nothing be reserved from Him inside,

Offer everything and leave the rest

And that will be sufficient to be blessed

 

     

  

 

(August 22 is the Feast of the Coronation of Mary as Queen of Heaven and Earth.)

 

 

 

 

Steven Lochner (c, 1499/10–51), “Madonna of the Rose Bower”

Wallraf-Richartz Museum, Cologne

Courtesy Yorck Project and Wikimedia Commons

 

 

THE CORONATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN

 

Lovely Mary, Mary kind and sweet,

Merciful, a crescent at your feet,

Mary-heart delighted with your Son,

Queen of heaven endless and begun

 

Mary patient, diligent and mild,

Mother-love united with your Child,

Wear the crown of all felicity,

Gladness of the Holy Trinity

 

Crown of chastity and temperance,

Crown of clemency and continence,

Crown of light and everlasting day,

Kingdom crown which nothing can delay

 

Crown of stars whose shinings never cease,

Crown of love and never-ending peace,

Crown of innocence and joyfulness,

Mary crown of heaven, heaven-blessed

 

 

—From Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius (Kaufmann Publishing, 2005)

          

 

  

 

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