Petr Čichoň (Czechia)

Petr Čichoň (Czechia)

Petr Čichoň (1969) is a poet and writer, also an editor working for literary magazines and publishing houses. Since 1998 he runs an architectural studio and lives in Brno (Czech Republic). He published three poetry books: CHILIA, 1995, VILLA DIABOLICA, 1998, PRUSKÉ BALADY / PREUSSISCHE BALLADEN, 2006. He was nominated for the Dresden Poetry Prize for this bilingual poetry. He also released a novel SLEZSKÝ ROMÁN (SILESIAN NOVEL) in 2011, the book was nominated for the Josef Škvorecký Award. He is declaming his poetry accompanied by a lute (his own music included). His poetry books are paired with audio CD´s. Now he is going to publish his new poetry book and also a new novel.

 

WE MADE LOVE AT ONCE, THE BLANKET WAS NOT NEEDED
 
not even a woodland villa looked as lovely as she did,
but no-one lives in her, the baron died, so did the foreman.
 
We made love at once in flesh of yours
past went a miner, he didn’t even pause
away the darkness creeps, the Anselm mine still sleeps,
 
then we left along the river…
 
 
 
ANDREA STRIPS FROM HER BOGUS COAT
 
Andrea strips with a cry in her throat
Andrea strips, sweat broak through her skin
And light shines through the house of sin.
 
Andrea strips
‘Fore a mage of dark,
Who to his land put a spark
Andrea strips, her body shines through Niflheim.
 
Andrea strips,
now death is appealing
Andrea strips,
as cruel as all feeling
Andrea strips,
with her eyes so belying
 
On to Valhalla the light is flying!
 
 
 
SNOW-COVERED SILESIA, WITH NO CHRIST THE KING
 
snow-covered Silesia set by Saint Vaclav afire,
snow-covered Silesia won’t survive until spring,
snow-covered Silesia where all lovers expire.
 
It knows but mercury,
there lovers found their demise, so did the priest
Ah, love, you still get letters from the deceased.
Ah, love,
 
Silesia has wings!
 
 
 
MY QUICK DAYS SLOWLY SING THEIR SONG
 
With you in Christmas’ Vienna’s throng
Walzer, Walzer, Weinachtswalzer.
Out of St. Michael’s Gate time had road
 
Riesenrad turned under wind and snow
Walzer, Walzer, Weinachtswalzer.
And when later on your lips snow will fall
The street fiddle will play, the clock wil call
 
Walzer, Walzer, Weinachtswalzer.

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