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.
Beautiful photos. I've been to Bruges but never been to Brussels. I would love to visit that beautiful city.
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Thank you for stopping by my blog too! I've never been to Bruges... hopefully I can visit there one day!
DeleteBrussels is a beautiful city! I spent a day (and night) there WAAAY back in the late 80s when my mom and I went to Europe.
ReplyDeleteBrussels looks lovely, I've only ever travelled through Belgium on the train, I need to stop there sometime.
ReplyDeleteYou really should. I haven't traveled through much of Europe through train.
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What a great town to visit! I adore the old architecture and total use of space. Wow!
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