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.
Very colourful!
ReplyDeleteI'll be in Mexico for a week in January - this is giving me a taste for it :-)
I'm quite sure you'll enjoy Mexico.
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I love Mexico and The Day of the Dead too. If (a big if) I ever get a tattoo it will be a Catrina.
ReplyDeleteColorful photos that make me feel part of it all. Thanks for sharing, and for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! I've been to Zihuatanejo and had a great time. Your photos make me want to go to Mexico again.
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