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.
Great photos of a part of the world I've never seen. The first photo is amazing.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to go back and read your posts about this part of Mexico. We are currently in Mexico for 7 weeks and have already booked a month for next year.
ReplyDeleteWow! I'm sure you'll love it! The first two related posts are about Jalcomulco and Acapulco, Mexico. You can also just click the label "Mexico".
DeleteThanks for stopping by, and enjoy your trip Jackie!
Beautiful photos. The first one if amazing! Sounds like this was a memorable adventure.
ReplyDeleteWonderful photos, especially that first one! I just love visiting the world through your photos!
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There is beauty everywhere and you found a bit of it on your trip. Nice shots.
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