“Those Winter Sundays,” by Robert Hayden created a very sad and lonely tone for me. The speaker is looking back on Winter Sundays, where his father would wake up early to make a fire for his family. Certain lines from the poem have me think the father might have been a very strict and harsh father, but obviously he was very caring as well. The speaker is regretting not giving more thanks to all his father did for his family. I am using “he” as a universal world, because the speaker could have very much been a woman, although I picture a man thinking about his father in this way.
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