The Seven Circles of Frost A Poem: By Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim
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The Seven Circles of Frost A Poem on The Road Not Taken By Sharik Currimbhoy Ebrahim Introduction “The Road Not Taken” seems straightforward: a nameless traveler is faced with a choice: two paths forward, with only one to walk. But for a century readers and critics have fought bitterly over what the poem really says. Is it a paean to triumphant self-assertion, where an individual boldly chooses to live outside conformity? Or a biting commentary on human self-deception, where a person chooses between identical roads and yet later romanticizes the decision as life altering? Orr artfully reveals is that the poem speaks to both of these impulses, and all the possibilities that lie between them. ----------------- The Seven Circles of Frost A Poem on The Road Not Taken By Sharik Currimbhoy Reading Frost on a Frosty Day I begun to think What he had to say. Two roads in front of him Equally lay… One looking worn, a little grey The other brand new, Shiny dared by a few