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Poem without it's title (title shop)

Sundays ,too, my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueback cold
then with cracked hands that ached
from weather 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?

By Robert Hayden

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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OK, let's find some fitting titles
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"On Taking For Granted"..........NEXT!

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You mean"mechanical hands"?

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Underestimated Angels

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I was going to go with Weathered Hands, but there is already another poem with that title. My second choice would be Warmed Rooms.
L

My defense is simple enough. This poem sounds to me like it's about a grown child looking back on a stern father who showed his love Only in the stuff he did for his family. In retrospect the adult child finally understands that the simple task of starting the morning fires was his departed father's way of saying "I love you"

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I think fathers have always got some hidden love. They sometimes shy to show with words, but how can kids see this love? Our protagonist is not an exception, he underestimated his father's deeds.
The father here is the angel that the child under valued what he does for the family, hence come the underestimated angel.

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A good explanation for your choice

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The poem speaks of the coldness a great deal, and I see those weathered hands working in the cold, and then also preventing the discomfort of the cold. For me, the warmed room was not only a physical consoling, but given warmly and unconditionally as an act of love and care.
Thank you!
L

Now that you have explained your choice it makes sense especially if the reader give the poem more than a cursory thought

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My Father Loved Me.

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
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I stole my title from the defense of Scribbler's title, and I use the same defense! ~ Geez.

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Not to worry, to have given a good enough defense to have another use it is a compliment in my opinion..

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A good choice. And your defense is clear

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What's the original title boss.

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
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Excellent thoughts

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"THOSE WINTER SUNDAYS".....do ya'll think his title matches the strength of the poem?

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"THOSE WINTER SUNDAYS".....do ya'll think his title matches the strength of the poem?

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tripple post

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Hi, Scribbler,
Yes, I actually like Robert Hayden's title a lot. It implies there were many winter Sundays, which kind of implies that the Sundays were much like every other day of the week. I see this father as devoted, maybe not affectionate, but devoted. Great topic!
Thank you!
L

This displays how 2 people can interpret a title in different ways. Being a simple man I thought that since the author titled it as happening on Sunday that the father only did these things on Sunday.

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tripple post

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the tripple post?

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Me and typos............I had to type this poem by hand (well, finger) from a book. And it can be pretty certain that almost any poet who has been published will be known by at least one poet in a group of poets.

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are all anybody has when it comes to titles lol. I actually think this poem IS a positive one. As the title implies it is about Sundays but it's also about a grown man coming to peace with his memories of his father

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