April is Poetry Month || Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden & Faterhood


I have a very unique relationship with my pops, I think we are both insane and should live on islands by ourselves. But this poem brought me back to some fond memories.

 

Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden


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?

Robert Hayden was an American poet, essayist, educator. He was appointed Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1976. (First African-American) 

6 thoughts on “April is Poetry Month || Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden & Faterhood

      1. Well, if you are ambivalent about your ambivalence all one can do is sleep. Sleep. Sleeeep.
        Or maybe figure things out, get a hold over your life, be more logical, analytical, rational and let go of your impulses and crazy, illogical ideas.
        the pains of being an ambivalent individual can only be understood by another ambivalent being.

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