Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my
father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blue black 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?
and put his clothes on in the blue black 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?
Frederick Douglass
When it is
finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful
and terrible
thing, needful to man as air,
usable as
earth; when it belongs at last to all,
when it is
truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,
reflex action;
when it is finally won; when it is more
than the gaudy
mumbo jumbo of politicians:
this man, this
Douglass, this former slave, this Negro
beaten to his
knees, exiled, visioning a world
where none is
lonely, none hunted, alien,
this man,
superb in love and logic, this man
shall be
remembered. Oh, not with statues’ rhetoric,
not with
legends and poems and wreaths of bronze alone,
but with the
lives grown out of his life, the lives
fleshing his
dream of the beautiful, needful thing.
Robert Hayden
published several books of poetry: Heart-Shape
in the Dust, Falcon Press, 1940; (With
Myron O'Higgins) The Lion and the Archer, Hemphill Press, 1948; Figure
of Time: Poems, Hemphill Press, 1955; A Ballad of Remembrance, Paul
Breman, 1962; Selected Poems, October House, 1966; Words in the
Mourning Time, October House, 1970; The Night-Blooming Cereus, Paul
Breman, 1972; Angle of Ascent: New and Selected Poems, Liveright, 1975; American
Journal, Effendi Press, 1978, 1982; posthumously: Robert Hayden:
Collected Poems, edited by Frederick Glaysher, Liveright, 1985,1996.
His poems have been published in
various periodicals and newspapers such as Black Scholar, New York Times, New
York Times Book Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, Washington
Post, Time, Los Angeles Times, Nation, Obsidian: Black Literature in Review and many others.
Robert
Hayden (August 4, 1913 – February 25, 1980)
I appreciate very much the poems you share with us
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