Here is Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays.” It’s not primarily about any religious holiday, but consists of nicely understated praise for a father along with a confession of regret. We see modest lives, along with childish self-absorption and the need to repent that later on. The honoring of the father is grounded in no holiday fairy tale, but in reality, including the mysterious and perhaps under-explained “chronic angers of that house.”
I had to choose between winter and Father’s Day as the right time for this poem. With all the holiday hullaballoo and fru-fru out there, I chose now.
I have at least two more father poems in mind, one complimentary, one or two others, not so much. Stay tuned.
Those Winter Sundays by Robert E. Hayden : The Poetry Foundation [poem] : Find Poems and Poets. Discover Poetry.
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