Being the neat freak Connor is, he tidied each crook and cranny of his house heading off to sleep. After tossing and turning for hours, his eyes were coming to a rest as he heard a booming crash come from outside. He grabbed his flashlight and hockey stick in the corner of his room and opened the door with his foot. His stance ready to brawl any creature awaiting his arrival. He crept his way to where he suspected the noise to come from.
However, “Those Winter Sundays” is more about a boy that really didn’t appreciate his father’s tough love and hard work to kept heat in the house as the third stanza said “what did I know, what did I know / of love’s austere and lonely offices?” (13-14). Both of the poems deal with a father and a son with the same setting just one can be more negative than the other further more give you different judgment and have different attitudes. In “My Papa’s Waltz” the whole scenario is happening in the speaker’s house. When the boy’s father comes in the house drunk, he plays with him roughly through out the house, which, I believe is very inappropriate since he is “small boy” (2). As they continue playing they enter the kitchen energetically and dropping pans from the shelf.
Surprisingly Gregor worried more about work than any of his other problems. Continuing to worry about his parent’s debt. Since he is late for work, which Gregor never was, his family began to worry about Gregor and they started to knock on his locked bedroom door. Gregor called back to them in a very unusual voice still attempting to crawl out of bed with his disobedient legs. Soon an attorney from Gregor’s work showed up, demanding that Gregor come out at once in threat of losing his job.
He writes that every step Papa missed it hurt him too. He doesn’t care if his ear scraped the buckle, he is just glad to be along for the ride. He is proud of his father and his legacy. With the image of his Papa waltzing off to bed the little boy is still clinging to his shirt. With this image he is letting the reader know that not only does is he proud of his father and all that he taught him in the short time he was with him, but he is clinging onto his memory every day.
He moved to the stairs, took a deep breath and boomed “BRIAN ARE YOU UP YET!! !” as laud as he could, “Yeah dad along with the rest of Manchester” Brian replied back. he hated Mondays, he hated getting up early, getting dressed early, having breakfast early, going to school early, basically anything that’s early, he hated it all. “I want to hear the five magic words Brian,” he heard his dad, much quieter this time “I’m...out...of...bed...dad” he tried to shout back at the same time trying to squeeze in to his trousers. It had been ages since he had grown out of them and his school bag looked like it was passed from his great grandfather.
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.
Double-Journal Death of a Salesman Act I- The scene in the bedroom in which Happy and Biff are talking From the perspective of Biff in this scene I can see him attempting to readjust to the situation of living at home. Nothing had changed, but it has. It is his father. There is something in the past that Biff reminisces of with his brother. In the background, he hears his father’s incessant rambling and it seems to frustrate him.
In addition, the father dresses in the dark. By doing this, it is assumed that he wishes to allow the others to sleep in and not disturb them. Then in lines three to five the speaker talks about his father’s hands, which are worn, tired and sore from working. However, the way the hands are described it shows that the father doesn’t just work a simple job but rather a hard physical labor job that makes him earn his paycheck in order to provide for his family. 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.
After getting in a fight with his mom the night before the trip, he is sent to sleep in the attic, where he makes the wish that he could just get rid of his family. When he wakes up in the morning, he realizes that no one is home, and he has the house to himself. He is shocked, surprised but thrilled that his wish came true. Rather than being frightened like the typical child, he looks at the situation as more of a celebration, and does nothing but take advantage. He runs around the house yelling, jumps on his parents bed, eats junk food, watches movies he isn’t typically allowed to watch, goes through his older brothers room, and uses his father’s shower products.
An eight year old lies in bed trying to drift off to sleep. He should have been to sleep hours ago. However, he has been up listening to his parents argue in the room down the hall. “All you do is drink all day, I am sick of it!” his mother screams at his intoxicated father. Instead of jumping out of bed and rushing into their bedroom after he hears a slap that is followed by his mother’s painful wail, he lies in bed with silent tears rolling down his face.