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 some of London's stately buildings. I've been there once, and your pictures make me want to go back!
ReplyDeleteThat's what I love about pictures- if you view them at the right times they always create a yearning to go back and see more, or to simply go back!
DeleteOoo great shots! I would love to visit London one day.
ReplyDeleteI long to visit the UK someday! Until then, I will enjoy the photos, movies, etc. Thanks for sharing, and for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting mine Laurel-Rain!
DeleteIs the middle building from Greenwich? I can tell the others.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed- although I had to consult with someone to figure that out!
DeleteAHHH London! One day! Soon! Beautiful Pics!
ReplyDelete