Those Winter Sundays
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?
Copyright © 1966 by Robert Hayden, from
Collected
Poems of Robert Hayden,
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