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 of Rome. I especially like the view of the coliseum. Not the usual one taken from the street. I can just imagine crowds of Romans filling the stands.
ReplyDeleteOoooooh.... I can imagine the audience, but I'd rather not imagine the entertainment!
DeleteWow, some very famous landmarks here!! Beautiful! I like your non-typical view of the Coliseum.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the vicarious travels!
Sue
Book By Book
Thanks Sue, but all the credit for these shots and compositions goes to my dad!
DeleteI don't think I've ever seen a photo of the inside--just lots from the outside. What a great place to explore.
ReplyDeleteI would have loved to have explored it some more, but the place was so hot and crowded that we were practically pushed out of there!
DeleteOMG I AM SO JEALOUS! :) but happy for you. Beautiful pictures! :)
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful! Some day I hope to get to Rome, and the rest of Italy. Thank you so much for sharing these!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for appreciating them Lisa!
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