Missa Nautica is the Catholic mass for storms at sea. "Bright Eyes" was not merely the work of Conor Oberst--Bright Eyes was an Omaha Indian (Susan LaFlesche Picotte's little sister, both daughters of Chief Iron Eyes, for the Nebraska-savvy). I've merely stolen her name; the girl in the story is Pawnee, who occupied most of south-central Nebraska. More Pawnee nerdiness and translations follow.
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[17: Cheek]
(I)
When he kissed her, she tasted like salt. It was as though she had been plucked from the sea; a brown mermaid in a borrowed gown.
It had been six months since his blistered feet had last touched blistering sand. He brought his thumb to her cheek, waiting for the ocean to pour from her eyes. When the levees broke, the waves stained his fingers and left streaks upon his wrists.
[II]
She had been born a child of this earth, with bare legs and elbows stained with dirt. Sometimes, when the sky was too big to carry, she pressed her ear to the ground and listened to the heartbeat she knew lay beneath.
When the hoofbeats of buffalo shook her bones, she knew it was not man who set the world to spinning.
[III]
He’d gone west as a spindly boy in rags; a fiddle on one shoulder and a gun on the other. The trees gave way to sky in every direction but down, and he’d never felt so small as when he lied in the grass and let the wind wash over him.
He found her fingers when he reached up. They were small and starved and had cakes of dirt in between nail and flesh; brown crescent-moons that shone in the sky above his head.
[IV]
When he cried, he cried from wood on his shoulder. She crept to his place on the crest of a hill and watched him pull that stick into song.
'Horsehair, he whispered to her when she came closer. It ain’t real nice, been broke on the way here.
But when horsetails cried, it was the strangest song she had ever heard. The bow looped up and around, dancing. It reflected in his eyes—blue as the sky, blue as water, brightness that put Bright Eyes herself to shame.
[V]
There was a word for him in her language: íriruutacikstiìhuru.
But what he could not say in hers, he sang in his.
Mary, Mary, will you marry me?
[VI]
There was a woman in the brick village who possessed what the cloth village did not have—a corset and skirts that reached her toes. Solomon brought Bright Eyes to her the Sunday before they were wed, and he leaned against the wall outside and waited with his lips pursed, whistling.
Bright Eyes watched herself solemnly in the mirror as the woman pulled at strings behind her back, until she was laced up like cakíra’ in a cage. She wrapped her hair tight at the back of her neck, round like a little rock when she arched her neck.
You’re real pretty, Solomon said when the woman beckoned him.
But in that smudged mirror, Bright Eyes had never seen anything so ugly.
[VII]
Her dowry was beads and buffalo skins, and when he brought them to his house upon the hill, she told him her real name. It came out garbled and choked, but Mary rolled through her ears like bullets, hot and clumsy.
She made him cornmeal with bacon, stirring dough with her fingers when he wasn’t looking and smiling when he was. There was still flour on her palms when she folded his clothes and put them in the corner, as though a ghost had done the laundry.
[VIII]
A storm rolled through during the night. He woke up to a clap of thunder and an empty bed, her imprint left in cornhusks and feathers.
She stood in the doorway with the wind pulling at her nightgown and the hair she had let loose. Rain dripped in through the windows, licking at his feet as he kissed her cold cheeks and whispered, Bright Eyes, Bright Eyes, why ain’t you shinin’ no more?
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íriruutacikstiìhuru- (IH-rih-roo-ta-chikstEE-hoo-roo) the one who has her on his mind all of the time.
cakíra’ - (cha-KIH-ra') a kingbird.
During the 1800s, the Nebraskan territorial (and later, state) government went on a huge campaign of Native American assimilation. Lakota, Omaha, Ponca, Pawnee, and Sioux were brought in from reservations and their native lands and forced to learn English, and, in many girls' cases, to marry white men. The real Bright Eyes married the lawyer who testified for Chief Standing Bear at his trial. I've simply taken her name, but her family is one to look up if you're interested.
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