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.
Love the light reflecting off the lake - beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat day was quite lovely and windy as well- a day to remember!
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Gorgeous photos! Thanks for sharing, and for visiting my blog. I love the castle and the water next to the row of buildings.
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I'd love to go to Copenhagen, it's really moved up my wishlist the last few years. Your photos are lovely.
ReplyDeleteLoved Copenhagen!
ReplyDeleteSo did I- for some reason I thought I wouldn't!
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Your photos are beautiful and make me want to visit Copenhagen.
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Should I say it. Why not? Copenhagen looks wonderful, wonderful.
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