{"id":2229,"date":"2007-11-23T14:30:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-23T14:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2229"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:27:55","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:27:55","slug":"poetry-friday-cold-day-in-fatherland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2229","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: A Cold Day in Fatherland"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><i>&#8220;Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.&#8221;<\/i> <i>Anna Karenina<\/i>, Chapter 1, first line, by Leo Tolstoy<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/Rz2ql_ly5gI\/AAAAAAAAAYk\/Nm6suwchFlc\/s1600-h\/swingin_st.louis.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Swingin' St. Louis, Larger\"><br \/><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=left src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/swingin_st.louis_.jpg\" \/><\/a><b>Those Winter Sundays<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Sundays too my father got up early<br \/>and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,<br \/>then with cracked hands that ached<br \/>from labor in the weekday weather made<br \/>banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.<br \/>When the rooms were warm, he\u2019d call,<br \/>and slowly I would rise and dress,<br \/>fearing the chronic angers of that house,<\/p>\n<p>Speaking indifferently to him,<br \/>who had driven out the cold<br \/>and polished my good shoes as well.<br \/>What did I know, what did I know<br \/>of love\u2019s austere and lonely offices?<\/p>\n<p><i>\u201cThose Winter Sundays\u201d<\/i> from <i>Collected Poems of Robert Hayden<\/i>, \u00a91966.<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/Rz2qRvly5fI\/AAAAAAAAAYc\/hJhej0cAuCo\/s1600-h\/mowin%27Iowa.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Mowin' in Iowa, Larger\"><br \/><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=right src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/mowinIowa.jpg\" \/><\/a>This is another poem copied in my journal during my high school years. The first time I saw it, it was on a pop quiz where we were supposed to identify themes or some usual English teacher-y thing I can&#8217;t recall. I do recall I that I cried as I took the test &#8211; which isn&#8217;t actually all that unusual in high school, but I wasn&#8217;t crying because I was unprepared&#8230; This poem resonates with me still because it reflects a conflicted parental relationship  &#8212; being so grateful for the sacrifice of someone getting up early when their hands must be just stiff with cold, to coax the house into warmth and life before <i>you<\/i> have to rise &#8212; but also being unable to voice that gratitude, or even find it very often, because of &#8220;the chronic angers of that house.&#8221; I knew those too well.<\/p>\n<p>Gratitude is just as good the day after Thanksgiving &#8211; so I will say I am really appreciating <a href=\"http:\/\/writingya.blogspot.com\/2007\/11\/in-which-she-espouses-dissenting.html\" target=\"_blank\">the conversations<\/a> I am having with some of you who are brave enough to espouse a point of view on ethnicity and race and young adult literature. Thanks for your thoughts. If you&#8217;d like some poetic musings, the fun today is at <a href=\"http:\/\/susanwrites.livejournal.com\/107405.html\" target= _blank>Susan Writes<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.&#8221; Anna Karenina, Chapter 1, first line, by Leo Tolstoy Those&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2229","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2229","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2229"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2229\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4531,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2229\/revisions\/4531"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2229"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2229"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2229"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}