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.
What ornate buildings!
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My thoughts exactly!
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DeleteLovely photos! Those intricate carvings are amazing. Thanks for sharing.
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On my way to your blog now Sandra, thanks for stopping by!
DeleteAmazing photos. Beautifully caught light in first picture. Love it! Happy Easter!
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DeleteHappy Easter to you too, Klara!
Oh I love that church! Absolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I've been to Mexico. We went to Tulum. It was neat, but it was in July, so the heat was horrible! I'd still like to go back and see more of the pyramids. Thanks for sharing these!
ReplyDeleteI've been to Tulum as well.. the water is so beautiful, isn't it?
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