Poem: “An Evil Dream”

An Evil Dream
Based on the Russian folk song: Oy, To Ne Vecher

I had a dream, an evil dream
For as the night was falling I
Rode out upon the steppe, it seemed
As if the world itself would die

My horse, my crow-black horse began
To shiver underneath my grip,
And then in some dread fright he ran
Blood and foam around the bit

And then as if in swift attack
A fearful wind rose in the east,
My horse began to arch his back
And buck like some demented beast

The wind blew up into a gale
And snatched the cap from off my brow,
What fever dream this gruesome tale?
What prophecies do dreams allow?

Master, here’s the sense I feel
The wind is death, the cap your head
Which you will lose to sharpened steel,
So that to you the world is dead

August 14, 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."