the message of crazy horse

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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. 
i have seen it. i am crazy horse.

© Paul Celan