The poem has been titled " I cannot remember my mother". It attracted me for some reason, for I thought that surely, a poem couldn't be completely empty. There had to be some form of nostalgia, or memory in a poem about no remembrance. I realized after reading it, that I was right. In fact, the poem's title can be considered an oxymoron. However, the extent to which this poem is nostalgic, the amount of tiny details in this poem, wow. But I don't suppose Tagore was a Literature Nobel Laureate for nothing. This poem has sensitized its audience to the poet's colossal loss, though the poet ,it seems,has made no effort to do so. There is nothing superfluous about his writing, and the poem seems like a true expression of his love for his mother. It talks about how his mother managed to leave her presence on everything before she passed away, and how those little memories of his,form an incomplete memory of his mother.
Where abouts in Spain is this?
ReplyDeleteThe Gorge is in Ronda. We stopped there on our way to Malaga- you can trek down the Gorge too. The first image is of a beautiful church/mosque in Girona. I'm sorry- but I don't recall where the middle picture is.
DeleteThe gorge is incredible! I imagine it's quite a trek down (& up again!)
DeleteYes- but it's worth it!
DeleteWow! Great photos!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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