I'm curious to hear opinions about these songs,
in which Emily Dickinson's poems are presented as sung lyrics:
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
is summoned by the tides
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue
Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover's Words.