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    Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

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    The poem describes a father waking up early on winter Sundays to start fires to warm the house for his son. Though the father's hands were cracked and sore from working hard all week, he tended to the fires without thanks from his family. The son would get up once the house was warm, speaking indifferently to his father who had driven out the cold and prepared things for him, though the son did not understand or appreciate the love and labor of his father.

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    The poem describes a father waking up early on winter Sundays to start fires to warm the house for his son. Though the father's hands were cracked and sore from working hard all week, he tended to the fires without thanks from his family. The son would get up once the house was warm, speaking indifferently to his father who had driven out the cold and prepared things for him, though the son did not understand or appreciate the love and labor of his father.

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    The poem describes a father waking up early on winter Sundays to start fires to warm the house for his son. Though the father's hands were cracked and sore from working hard all week, he tended to the fires without thanks from his family. The son would get up once the house was warm, speaking indifferently to his father who had driven out the cold and prepared things for him, though the son did not understand or appreciate the love and labor of his father.

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    The poem describes a father waking up early on winter Sundays to start fires to warm the house for his son. Though the father's hands were cracked and sore from working hard all week, he tended to the fires without thanks from his family. The son would get up once the house was warm, speaking indifferently to his father who had driven out the cold and prepared things for him, though the son did not understand or appreciate the love and labor of his father.

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    Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

    Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback 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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