Robert Hayden’s poem “Those Winter Sundays” is a concise poem that contains the themes of coming of age, and regret. The poem is written in first speaker narrative and from the perspective of the son. The speaker begins the poem by acknowledging his fathers routinely efforts for the family on Sunday mornings, those winter Sunday mornings. The poem is visual and the speaker describes the recollection of his father in an almost melancholic sense. The poem begins with the speaker speaking in the past tense, looking back at his relationship with his father.
This doesn’t stop the father, he still finds the drive to get out of bed and allow the other members to sleep in while he lights a fire and allows the house to become warm and comfortable. Unfortunately, none of the family members seem to notice that he does this deed for t... ... middle of paper ... ... to strike fear into the child, while all the love and things that his father did for him only resulted in indifference. Finally, in lines thirteen and fourteen, it is where we see the remorse and regret as the speaker realizes everything that the father did for him. He realizes that he took it all for granted and not once thanked his father. It is also in these lines that we get the feeling that the father has passed.
No one ever thanked him. (Hayden 1-6) The first line explains how on Sundays his father got up early. Sundays were known as a day of rest, but the father still got up and continued to work hard even though he did not have to. Line two simply states how cold it was outside, the word blueblack meaning that it was still dark outside. Lines three through five explain how the father had sore hands from working in the extremely cold weather making the fires and how nobody had ever thanked him for doing this.
As they continue playing they enter the kitchen energetically and dropping pans from the shelf. As the father “waltzed” him to bed, the boy sounds like he is the one that is holding the father from falling while his father looses balance he gets hurt with his belt buckle, since he is a small boy. Shown here “At every step you missed / My right ear scraped a buckle” ... ... middle of paper ... ...istent with working hard and keeping the cold outside and not in his home. Looking back the poets realized that for the father to work so hard and a lot he loved them unconditionally. I like when he realizes because he said “What did I know, what did I know” (13).
This poem is set when the speaker was a child which makes this poem older than from 1966. The poem is a reflection of his father years before. The speaker describes his father as a hard worker through the week and even on Sundays, which was a weekly routine. The speaker says, “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” (Hayden lines 1-5). The speaker says, “Sundays too” (Hayden line 1) as if it were included like every other weekday.
His father encouraged Robert to gain an education in order to lift himself out of poverty. Yet, at the same time, his father found it difficult to communicate with his foster son, who always had his head in a book or was constantly studying. The lack of verbal communication between his father and himself can be seen in his poem "Those Winter Sundays." The overall impression of the poem is that love can be communicated in other ways than through words; it can be communicated through everyday, mundane actions. For example, in the poem, the father awakens on "Sundays too" to warm the house with a fire and polish his sons shoes.
“Those Winter Sundays,” by Robert Hayden, talks about his childhood and how his father went out of his way to please his boy and others, but never did he show any gratitude or appreciation. Now as an adult, the poet starts to feel guilty and miserable for never letting his father know he was a good man. The poem starts out by telling us the situations the poet’s father would go out into to do things for others, yet no one ever thanked him, he was unrecognized. 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.
The father rises early to wake his family and warm the house. To warm the house, he goes out in the cold and splits wood to start a fire. This is a poem about an older boy looking back to his childhood and regretting that “No one ever thanked him.” In Those Winter Sundays'; by Robert Hayden, the poet also relinquishes on a regular occurrence in his childhood. On Sunday mornings, just as any other morning, his father rises early and puts on his clothes in the cold darkness. He ... ... middle of paper ... ... Explicator 51.4 (1993): 245.
The concluding couplet, "what did I know/ of love's austere and lonely offices?” loops back to “No one ever thanked him”, in that his father did back breaking work and no one regarded his work. Austere means in a cold manner, while the word "offices" means duties. The speaker did not realize his father’s sacrifices until now, as an adult, and didn’t thank his father for his love. The title is a good fit for the poem because the entirety of the poem is about Sundays in winter during the speaker’s childhood. The poem is composed of three stanzas of f... ... middle of paper ... ...e family’s life style; that they live in poverty and go to church on Sundays.
In both poems we see compassion at different times. For instances, the speaker in Those Winter Sundays learned compassions, to sympathy about the work his father did to support the family. Then in My Papa’s Waltz the speaker shows compassion to his father from the start of the poem. In the first stanza it states “The whiskey on your breath/ Could make a small boy dizzy;/ But I hung on l... ... middle of paper ... ...he house without any hesitation to stop is what motivates me to have discipline. Compassion do to the fathers had work, I knew that he couldn’t be their all the time for me and sometime drank alcohol do to the stress of work, but was always happy with the family.