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.
Gorgeous shots! The birds have such colorful feathers. Thanks for sharing, and for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteThey do, don't they? It's a shame most of them are probably endangered now!
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What a fantastic trip that must have been! Your dad did a great job of capturing the wildlife on film. I especially love the vivid colors of the birds. Gorgeous.
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Thanks- I think we have video recordings of the trip stashed away somewhere, but I couldn't find them, so I shared just the pictures.
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