Chichikov

SHOW ME MY LIFE 

By Pavel Chichikov

Show me my life, I said,

In His hand a silver box,

Can I open it now? I said

It is here, there are no locks

In the palm of His hand it rested

Dull and heavy silver,

The weight of Him had blessed it,

A sign was on the cover

When I tried to lift it

It came not light away,

Be careful child, address it

With words that I shall say

He spoke the words, I listened

And then I tried to speak

What I had heard, repeat it:

Show me the love I seek

Then I looked inside it

And all the life inside

Blazed with love I’d given

                       And all the rest had died 

SHOW US YOUR WINGS 

By Pavel Chichikov

If you can fly show us your wings

Let us see the iridescence,

Sing to us the love of heaven,

Perching on the crescent moon

Your wish is too extravagant

I am the humblest of the shadows,

I am the yellow swallowtail

I bring the angels down to scale

If I would show you how I am

You could not see me from up close,

You would stand back a thousand yards

And then deny me afterwards

But if you feel the brush of wind

Go past you on a summer night,

It is my wing that you will feel

                        But that alone to know I’m real


The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov