Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays”
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Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays” by Chalbert
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Speaker: Grown up, mature, son of the father
Occasion: Father may have died, in memory of his existence.
Audience: people living in a household where they don’t know what they have to live for and need to realize what can keep them going.
Purpose: To show the father’s contribution to the family,...
Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays” Annotated
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueblack 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?