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.
Eeek I love this! Whenever I see your photos, I just want to go there. It's not fair! Lol.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, it looks amazing and so atmospheric :)
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Yes it does. The brown stones and cobbled streets reinforce a feeling of grandeur.
DeleteI really want to go back to Oxford and your first photo reinforces that feeling!
ReplyDeleteI'd love to go back there someday as well!
DeleteBeautiful pictures once again!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa!
DeleteBeautiful! Although I've been to England, I didn't visit Oxford. I'd love to go back and include Oxford in my sightseeing.
ReplyDeleteMy Saturday Snapshot post features a walk along Mercer Slough.
Thanks for stopping by Sandra! Hopefully you'll get to visit Oxford someday!
DeleteGreat photos. I think the middle one is Holyrood Abbey in Edinburgh.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much- I was really struggling to remember what it was!
DeleteThese are great photos! I love the architecture that you captured. I would so love to see these for myself some day :)
ReplyDeleteBetty-hopefully you'll be able to visit Oxford and Edinburgh one day yourself.
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