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    Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays”

    A Visual Interpretation

    By Julian Peters

    January 8, 2020
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      Utterly wonderful

    sundays too my father got up early
    And put his clothes on in the blueblack 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 up 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?

    From Julian Peters’s upcoming collection Poems to See By (Plough, 2020).

    Robert Hayden, “Those Winter Sundays,” from Collected Poems of Robert Hayden, edited by Frederick Glaysher (New York: Liveright, 1985). Copyright © 1966 by Robert Hayden. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.

    Contributed By JulianPeters Julian Peters

    Julian Peters is an illustrator and comic book artist living in Montreal, Canada, who focuses on adapting classical poems into graphic art. His work has been exhibited internationally and published in several poetry and graphic art collections.

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