Cool it Down

Photograph: Flickr/Rogiro

It’s so hot out there, I thought I’d cool things down with a great poem about winter, by the late, Detroit poet, Robert Hayden (1913-1980). I love this one, it’s short but full of feeling.

Those Winter Sundays

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?

~Robert Hayden


2 thoughts on “Cool it Down

  1. This was so cool…uh, literally as I read this poem the air kicked on and my toes froze…got the full effect of your image I’d say. Love the post…certainly makes 90 degrees seem bearable today.
    Love, from the Wit.

  2. That’s so funny….

    I know how you feel, it’s been so hot here too. Thanks again for the inspiration, I needed it!

    Love, Lis

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