the message of crazy horse
BY LUCILLE CLIFTON
i would sit in the center of the world,
the Black Hills hooped around me and
dream of my dancing horse. my wife
was Black Shawl who gave me the daughter
i called They Are Afraid Of Her.
i was afraid of nothing
except Black Buffalo Woman.
my love for her i wore
instead of feathers. i did not dance
i dreamed. i am dreaming now
across the worlds. my medicine is strong.
my medicine is strong in the Black basket
of these fingers. i come again through this
Black Buffalo woman. hear me;
the hoop of the world is breaking.
fire burns in the four directions.
the dreamers are running away from the hills.
Today is Native American Day in South Dakota, home to the Oglala Sioux from whence Crazy Horse came. These are the plains he fled across with his ailing wife when the new American Army came forth to arrest him in 1877.