Question

Help me, please

( please analyze this poem)


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?

Answer 1

In, "Those Winter Sundays" is a moving and powerful poem that explores the complex relationship between a father and son, and the sacrifices that are made in the name of love. The use of vivid imagery and powerful language creates a sense of emotional depth and resonance that lingers long after the poem has been read.