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The SSC8 Poetry Challenge is about choosing any Emily Dickinson poem and turning it into song.

But I wanted to do something different, so I picked not one but TWO of her poems,

which I think complement and contrast one another very well.

The poems are "Hope Is the Thing with Feathers" and "The Saddest Noise, the Sweetest Noise"

Enjoy!

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Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops--at all.

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,

The maddest noise that grows,

The birds, they make it in the spring,

At night’s delicious close.

And sweetest--in the gale--is heard

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm

It makes us think of all the dead

That sauntered with us here,

By separation’s sorcery

Made cruelly more dear.

I've heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea

Yet, never, in extremity

It asked a crumb of me.

It makes us think of what we had,

And what we now deplore.

We almost wish those siren throats

Would go and sing no more.