blog 3" Those Winter Sundays"

 

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We continue studying close poems forms in class. This is an entry of “Those Winter Sunday,” which was published 1962.

By Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early

And put his clothes on in the blue-black cold,

Then with cracked hands that ached

From labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

When the rooms were warm, he’d call,

and slowly I would rise and dress,

fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,

who had driven out the cold

and polished my good shoes as well.

What did I know, what did I know

of love’s austere and lonely offices?

 This poem is only fourteen lines, but each line is very strong, and Robert Hayden, show the distance between father and son. They have a few communications.  Although they love each other, the author shows in the two last lines. The Father is very tired and in pain working during the weekday and nobody Thanks him. The author used the Sunday and winter time maybe he wants to show us how cold is outside for the snow and inside of him .The poem started with cold tone and finished with some warm sentiments.

 I would to send this poem to people who have their parents, and families, to take care of them and         recognize their work and give them love during their lives.

blog 3" Snow"

blog 2 sonnet 18

XVIII  

(Sonnet 18)

• hall I compare thee to a summer's
  
• day?
•  Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
• Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
• And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
• Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
• And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
• And every fair from fair sometime declines,
• By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
• But thy eternal summer shall not fade
• Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
• Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
• When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
• So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
• So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

 

Sonnet 18.
I choose this poem, because was written by William Shakespeare, who I have admired all my life, was a English poet and playwright, his sophisticate and romantic way to describe all the things, made him one of the most famous poets.
In this poem he compares the spring with summer's day. How we can feel the transition of spring and the hot days in the summer and how the sun shines and spread out through the fields.