A Poetic Dialog
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Two silhouette figures, representing Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost, are seated on rocks separated by a short distance engaged in dialog. At the right of each figure are the open books.
Emily Dickinson's book:
I held a jewel in my fingers-
And went to sleep-
The day was warm, and the winds were prosy-
I said "'Twill keep"-
I woke - and child my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone-
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own-
Robert Frost's book:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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