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.