It shows us that on Sundays, along with every other day of the week, this man gets up early to take care of his family. The first stanza has a powerful message packed in to the five lines. The father is up before anyone else, in the dark coldness of the home, getting dressed, and making fires to keep everyone else warm. This stanza also shows the father was a hardworking man “with cracked hands that ached from labor in the week day weather. (3-4)” The last line “No one ever thanked him(5)” demonstrates that no one appreciates what he did to keep them warm and the devotion he has to his family.
“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 “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.
The speaker says, “Sundays too” (Hayden line 1) as if it were included like every other weekday. Traditionally, families rest and participate in other activities other than work on Sundays, but not the speaker’s father. His father worked hard no matter what state the weather was or his physical condition was, he had a family to care for, which was his objective. Next, the speaker says, “No one ever thanked him” (Hayden line 5). In the poem the speaker also says, “I would rise and dress, / fearing the chronic angers of that house” (Hayden lines 8 and 9).
At the beginning of the poem, he reminisces on the memories of his father because he regrets how he did not realize how much his father did for him. “Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold” (1-2). His father wakes up early in the cold mornings to go to work to provide for him and his family. “then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze” (3-5). This line is indicating that his father is not waking up to go to a desk, but that because his hands are achy, he is doing hard labor early in the morning.
I never knew why he always wore his uniform when my grandparents came to visit. My grandpa wasn’t the nicest grandparent a person could have. He never smiled and every time he shook my hand it felt like he was going to break it. I understood why my father was so strict because his father was strict. I knew my father meant well by his teaching but I wanted to live and be a kid... ... middle of paper ... ... with my uncle doing construction.
On the other hand, there are also many unfortunate situations where the fathers of children are absent, or fail to treat the children with the love and respect that they undoubtedly deserve. In the contrasting poem “Like Riding a Bicycle” by George Bilgere, readers are shown how a son who was mistreated by his drunken father is affected by their past relationship many years later. Although both of these poems have fairly similar themes and literary techniques, they each focus on contradicting situations based on the various roles a father can play in a child’s life. The poem “Those Winter Sundays” displays a past relationship between a child and his father. Hayden makes use of past tense phrases such as “I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking” (6) to show the readers that the child is remembering certain events that took place in the past.
A Son's Love for His Father A son’s love for his father is sometimes not acknowledged until he is an adult. Children often become so wrapped up in their own tasks and obligations that they take for granted the simple acts of loving support given to them by their parents. And parents sometimes feel scared that obvious signs of love and emotion will scare off a child, so they just do all they can to make the child’s life run smoothly and try to fade into the background when it comes to tender moments. In the poem “Those Winter Sundays,” Robert Hayden uses figurative language and other literary devices to show a father’s love for his son as well as the son’s realization of that love. The cold that Hayden describes in the house is a reoccurring hardship that the father must face in his life.
Then in lines 3-5 I found out that he is a hardworking man who isn't a bank teller or something cushy. He does intense physical labor and it is visible on his hands. He’s a tough guy and he makes the “banked fires blaze.” I think that he lights the fires in the fireplaces to warm up the house so that no one else in his family will have to get out of bed in the blueblack cold. The speaker ends the stanza by saying that no one ever told his father “thanks” for all that he did. The father is getting up early to warm the house for his family and no one ever said thank you.
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.