Love’s Austere and Lonely Offices - Reflecting on Robert Hayden’s poem Those Winter Sundays

It’s close to 4:30am on Sunday morning and I’m reading this poem by Robert Hayden. About winter sundays, love, family, thanksgiving. The quiet of the morning makes for a great time to reflect. 

Those Winter Sundays 

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?

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