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Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays”
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Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays”
A Visual Interpretation
Julian Peters
January 8, 2020

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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 up 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?

From Julian Peters’s upcoming collection Poems to See By (Plough, 2020).

Robert Hayden, “Those Winter Sundays,” from Collected Poems of Robert Hayden , edited by Frederick Glaysher (New York: Liveright, 1985). Copyright © 1966 by Robert Hayden. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.

Julian Peters

Julian Peters is an illustrator and comic book artist living in Montreal, Canada, who focuses on adapting classical poems into graphic art. His work has been exhibited internationally and published in several poetry and graphic art collections.

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