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.
These are beautiful photos. Now I want to visit Spain!
ReplyDeleteYou should- it's a great place! Thanks, the pictures were taken by my father.
DeleteLooking forward to Singapore. We were there last year and loved it.
ReplyDeleteI'm loving it as well!
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I've never been to Spain, the photos look great. The modern stained glass is interesting.
ReplyDeleteI loved the way the stained glass lit up the dark cathedral. You should definitely visit!
DeleteMy, that is an amazing building! I love the style of building and the fact that it is still standing.
ReplyDeleteIt was very unique yet it fit into the rest of the street.
DeleteBeautiful pictures - you really have an eye for photography! I would love to go to Spain some day. And Singapore next? Wow! Lucky you :)
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Thank you so much! These pictures weren't taken by me though- they are my dad's. Next week's pictures were taken by me, and you'll find that they're not as great as these ones.
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