“Those Winter Sundays” – Robert Hayden: Poem, Biography, Analysis

Posted: May 24, 2013 in Uncategorized
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SELECTOR: (as Hank’s dad)

Did you know that I studied poetry with Robert Hayden at University of Michigan? Do you even know who that is? There were black poets before Big Daddy Kane, you know.

A wonderful biography of the essayist, poet, and educator can be found HERE.  The poem used in the play is below.

Those Winter Sundays

by Robert Hayden
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?

A wonderful and accessible analysis of the poem by ReadWriteThink.org can be accessed at the below link…



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