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.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful photos of India. I've never seen pictures of the countryside. Looks like a wonderful place to visit.
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The countryside is definitely a beautiful getaway from the hassles of Indian life in the city!
DeleteBeautiful! Other than what I see on shows like The Amazing Race, I've never been to India or seen it.
ReplyDeleteWell- you should make it a point to visit someday!
DeleteWow, that is not at all how I picture India! All those forests and lakes - beautiful! I guess I have mainly seen photos of the south. I would love to visit some day - your country is beautiful and so varied!
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We definitely have a lot of diversity in our country- each state has their own language!
DeleteI'm looking forward to showing you some more pictures of India in the future Sue!
How lovely!! I've never been to India.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you'll love it once you get here!
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