Priscilla’s lament

I rise, I walk, I do my job.

I will not see the spring.

I eat, I drink, I meet my friends.

I will not see the spring.

The brown leaves fall as I walk by.

I will not see the spring.

I will not see the spring.

I cannot change my daily course.

I will not see the spring.

 

Composed and performed to music for Samantha Milowsky’s birthday celebration, June 22, 2013. (No omens intended.) Copyright © 2013 by Brian Bixby.

About Brian Bixby

I enjoy history because it helps me understand people. I'm writing fiction for much the same reason.
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2 Responses to Priscilla’s lament

  1. danagpeleg1 says:

    Summer Solstice has its happy face too – but in the East End of the Mediterrenian, where I live, it is a season of death, and Summer Solstice brings the Month of Tamuz and the death of this young fertility god (also called Dumuzi). The word for summer in Hebrew is Kayitz, which is closely related to Ketz, end. I guess you can translate it to death of summer… But then Tamuz is reborn in winter (a very lively season here), so he does see the spring. I guess this is the time to ask about Priscilla and her lament.

    • Brian Bixby says:

      Priscilla Susannah (Hughes) Andrews went to bed on the night of January 9, 1954 and died before morning. She was forty-eight years old. She left behind a mother, a husband, four children, an organization, and an adventure.

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