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Poem: “The Coldest Fire in the World”

by on Nov 18, 2011 in Poetry
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The Coldest Fire in the World

Black Gum leaf is crimson black
And on a branch a red winged hawk
Dark becomes the autumn dusk

Through the branches crossed and blessed
Electric yellow in the west
Mice go timid from their nests

Down the yellow poplar tree
Leaves let go, the hands float free
The owl in the dark will see

But in the morning many bare
The hawk can see her rightful share
Fox returning to her lair

Red her flame is visible
The coldest fire in the world
Except the maple tree unfurled

Pavel
November 13, 2011


Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."