Day5-SonnetsBreakingtheRules - Those Winter Sundays Robert Hayden 1913 1980 Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack

Day5-SonnetsBreakingtheRules - Those Winter Sundays Robert...

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Those Winter Sundays Robert Hayden, 1913 - 1980 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 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? The Mother is never mentioned in this poem His dad may have died which is why he may have written the story
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1)Who is speaking in the poem? Are they a grown-up or a child? How can you tell?
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