Holy Holy

by Pavel Chichikov

Suddenly the field was empty

Oval of November lawn

Boundary of silver poplars

Crescent moon November-born

Down the creek a silver current

Beaver huddled close to sleep

All the silver saplings eaten

In the forest standing deep

Suddenly the field was empty

Every old companion gone

Humanless and in the west

Silver-tarnished cloudlets swarmed

And all was empty but the field

Holy holy all revealed

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Note: Pavel will read selections of his poetry at Franciscan University (Steubenville, OH) on January 25, 2002. For more information contact Professor David Craig of the Department of English.