"Has been a lifesaver so many times!"
- Catherine Rampell, student @ University of Washington
"Exactly the help I needed."
- Jennifer Hawes, student @ San Jose State
"The best place for brainstorming ideas."
- Michael Majchrowicz, student @ University of Kentucky
Those Winter Sundays
Analysis of "Those Winter Sundays"
The poem " Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden is my favorite poem.
It is full of deep affections not only in its words but also in the visual structure of the stanzas. In this particular poem, Hayden recounts that in winter Sunday mornings, his father always gets up in the cold and builds a fire for him, the child, so that he could get out of bed into a warm house. However, he failed to appreciate his father's love. This brief and lovely poem captures the sense of poignancy inherent love in the father-son relationship.
The poet is the obvious speaker who is a man recalled getting alone with his father when he was a child. Hayden wrote this poem in 1962 when he was
middle age. To understand Hayden why he wants to write this poem, we must
look back the childhood of Hayden. Hayden was born in a destitute area of
Detroit in 1913. He had an emotionally tumultuous childhood. Because his
parents separated before he was born, he was raised by neighbors. As he grew
up in a foster family, he and his foster father have a generation gap. He does
not realize how much his father loved him until he is an adult.
In the first stanza, Hayden uses vivid language to show that his father woke up before everyone else to light the fire.
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.
Sunday is not a workday, and his father could have slept late. However, he
did not do like that. The plural noun " Sundays" is associated with the word "too" to emphasize that his father always got up early. Hayden makes the reader feel and suffer the bitter cold, by appealing to our senses of touch and sight. It is easy to see the "blueblack cold," and feel the roughness of the "cracked hands that ached". At the same time, "cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather" connotes that the father was a hard working labor , who was
desperately trying to provide for his family. His father made "banked fires blaze" by "cracked hands". However, "No one ever thanked him", it states that his father was always doing daily routine for the son, but the son did not appreciate his father at all. The relation between father and son is a little bit negative.
The second stanza depicts that his father made the rooms warmly and called
the son to get up.
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,
When the fires drive away the cold, we experience a sense of relief. In here, the poet uses images again. We can hear the sounds of the wood in the
heat as "splintering, breaking ", and we can also see the light and feel the
warmth. This reminds us of the times of before electricity and heat had been
introduced to the household. "When the rooms were warm, he'd call", this
sentence reveals his father's love. In his mind, he did not want the child to get up in the cold room. On the other hand, the son slowly risen and dressed. The poet uses" slowly" to show the child's mood at that time when he was not willing to get up from the warm bed. However, the son fears "chronic angers of that house." We can see that the chronic angers are the stern ways of the father, who has difficulty in showing his emotion toward his child, so that the child fears endless angers of his father. Thus, though the father expresses his love by sacrificing his own comfort for the sake of his child, the child still does not understand the simple and stern love that the father showed.
The last stanza is the essence of the poem. The poet shows us that the father took care of the cold and polished the child's shoes, yet the child feels a sense of indifference to the father. From last stanza the poet
View Full Essay
Robert Hayden, British poetry, those winter sundays by robert hayden, weekday weather, robert hayden, plural noun, generation gap, those winter sundays, cracked hands, vivid language, visual structure, bitter cold, analysis of those winter sundays, poignancy, stanzas, workday, sunday mornings, affections, middle age, gap, stanza, ache
More Free Essays Like This