Tasunka-Witko
(From 'Searching For Crazy Hose' Published in 2011)
Crazy Horse's final words to me as our search ended....
“My son, you can search,
but without your vision it’s hopeless
Its message I saw before you
so very long ago
You have now searched the heights
and the depths of its border
Finally living inside it,
separate no longer from yourself
You were called by the wind
to climb and go higher
Your soul casting no shadow,
nothing blocked from your sight
That which keeps you from seeing
is no longer inside you
What stays with you now lives
beyond a thousand goodbyes
Your name has been added,
and your place is now vacant
The pipe sits ready in council
for when your time will come
With one foot in this land,
you step beyond with the other
And in my Father’s lodge, all speak
your new name
. . . . ‘Wana Hin Gle’
(He Who Happens Now)
This name that I give you will
protect and sustain you
Guarding you, and you alone,
from the lack of yourself
Others may hate,
and may even hunt you
Killing only what they fear,
while making you strong
Rest easy, my son, for you’ve
seen them in passing
Their blind spot in eternity
not worthy of your eye
You no longer need the West
or my words to console you
The substance of your vision
is now released and set free”
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Submitted by KurtPhilipBehm on July 28, 2016
Modified on March 14, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | X A XX BC XD XE XD CX FB XX AX GX XD XXGX XB XE XB XX EF HX XB XH |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,310 |
Words | 235 |
Stanzas | 22 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
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