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 “blueblack cold,” blue is the color Hayden wants the reader to visualize and cold is what Hayden wants the reader to feel, those are two different types of scenery details, which are sight and touch (2). Then he goes off to say “with cracked hands ... ... middle of paper ... ... should be appreciated for that reason. The speaker started off the poem by remembering his father’s diligence on Sunday mornings and then ends the poem by accepting that he was growing and did not understand at the time that his father truly loved him even though there was no contact between the speaker and his father during the narrative of the poem. Hayden leaves the speaker with a nostalgic sense at the end of the poem and does not include the speaker being able to finally tell his father thank you for all the work that he is done, it leaves the reader wondering if the father has passed away or why the speaker is thinking about these nostalgic memories of his father. Works Cited 1.
Depending on the experience of the reader, they can either be disturbed by these words or be drawn in closer to the poem. Theodore Roethke loved his father. Not only did he love him, but he idolized him and unfortunately lost him at an early age. This poem is a reflective memorial waltz written in iambic trimeter to honor his father and mother. The poem takes the reader back in time for a moment to a small kitchen and a young boy at bedtime.
Comparing "My Papa's Waltz" by Theodore Roethke and "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden My Papa's Waltz, by Theodore Roethke, and Those Winter Sundays, by Robert Hayden, are two somewhat similar poems about respected fathers. To most people a father is not just the man who fertilizes their mother's egg, but a man that spends time with and takes care of them. While doing this, he gains their love and respect. In these two poems Roethke and Hayden take an admiring look back at the actions of their fathers, although; they both imply that their parents were not perfect. In My Papa's Waltz, Theodore Roethke describes an episode in his childhood.
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).
Although the tone, the details makes each poem unique the central idea is identical, they both emphasize the particular bond the author’s had with their fathers despite their different experiences. Theodore Roethke in “My Papa’s Waltz” illustrates a few apparently happy childhood episodes that he and his father shared. The author carefully selected his words trying to hide the reality of an incompetent father, and a dysfunctional family. At the same time Robert Hayden in “Those Winter Sundays”, displays a unique language and sometimes harsh images about the lack of appreciation towards his dedicated father. The author created a short but compelling lyric that gives the audience a sense of the suffering and anguish life often delivers but hardly resolves.
Told now years later, they understand even more about these moments. What the narrator remembers about his childhood is "waltzing" across the kitchen with his father. The narrator is an adult when he writes this poem looking back to this "dance" across the floor as encompassing the feeling of his childhood. His father would come home smelling of whiskey and "waltz" his son around the kitchen. The two of them "romped until pans slid from the kitchen shelf" (Roethke).
Modern poets often reflect back on their childhood relationships with their fathers. Some poets see their fathers with a new found appreciation, some may look at them with acceptance, and still others are trying to move past the emotional grip a father may have had on them. Some poets see their father with a new found appreciation. For example, in Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays,” the narrator expresses his appreciation for his father when he poses the question: “What did I know, what did I know / of love’s austere and lonely offices?” (Hayden 13-14). As a child, it is hard to gain an appreciation for one’s father because one does not think about how much a father does for his child.
The metaphor example would be “I was in a forest, wind hymning through the pines”. This to me means he pictured himself in the forest and the wind was blowing like a song(hymning). The next poem “Those Winter Sunday’s” by Robert Hayden sets a mood of being somber and regretful . This to me is a man reflecting on the thankless job of being... ... middle of paper ... ...cracked from the work week. While I was young I did take for granted all that my father did for us, and when I was fourteen he passed that is when I finally realized just how important he was to our family and to me.
Thematically the poem comments on the oedipal complex, the intimate relationship between father and son, loss, memory and music. The major themes of the poem reflect the poet's own inner life and his struggle with the loss of his father. Through this complicated and intricate poem the inner feelings of the poet are made manifest through the speaker's tone towards the father. The exchange between father and son represents a magical moment in the speaker's childhood: dancing the waltz with his father. In the second stanza, the poet comments “My mother's countenance / could not unfrown itself (Roethke 7-8).” Here the poet seems to regret the fact that he hoarded his father's time after a long day at work, when his father could have been s... ... middle of paper ... ...is father brought to small town Michigan.