In celebration of this fall's poetry units in grades 6-9, we are delighted to share a weekly "favorite poem" from our inspiring English faculty. This week, we're delighted to share a selection from English teacher Dan Roy:
Those Winter Sundays
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?
- Robert Hayden
Dan writes, “My favorite poem of all time is ‘Those Winter Sundays’ by Robert Hayden. The reason why I like it, teach it, read it often is because there is so much to take away here revolving around family and warmth (both literal and figurative). The poetic devices are clean, clear, and concrete from beginning to end. As far as "Gaining Perspective," the poet/speaker could not be clearer in the final stanza. To me, it’s a poem about regret, looking back, and wondering, ‘what if?’”