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A Poem for the Holidays

Written by Great Books on Thursday, November 26, 2015

A Poem for the Holidays

As you gather with family and friends for this holiday weekend, consider reading and discussing this poem together. A GBSP favorite from us to you:

Those Winter Sundays

Robert Hayden, 1913 - 1980

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?

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