"Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes": "You will excuse me if I do not begin to cry."
In my last post, I discussed the unfortunate marriage of Emily Dickinson's poems to "The Yellow Rose of Texas." This post and its successor turn to an equally unlikely pairing of poem and music that produced an extraordinarily serendipitous outcome, one that ought to lead to a recording contract for one of my students. Before I get there, I'd like to provide a little background.