The poem I chose to read was "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden. This poem is about a boy who never really appreciated the little things his dad did every Sunday morning for him until he got older. Every Sunday morning the dad would get up before everyone else and start a fire to warm up the house that way when it was warm he would tell everyone else to get up. Even though he did this every Sunday no one ever told him thank you. In the poem it stats "and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold" which leads us to believe that they lived somewhere up north where it was usually cold. We are also led to believe that the dad has arthritis from what is said in line 3, "then with cracked hands that ached." "Hearing the cold splintering, breaking", means that while he was still in bed he could feel the house warming up and he could hear the wood crackling in the fire place. When the Arthur says "fearing the chronic angers of that house" probably means that even though it was warm the floors were cold and maybe they didn't have hot water. When the author was younger he never told his dad thank you or appreciated what he did. The last two lines of the poem stat "what did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?". This means that he now realizes that his dad didn't have to do any of that for him, from warming up the house to polishing his shoes for Sunday church. Now that he is older he appreciates all these things and it means a lot to him that his dad did all of that for him.
             I believe that the analysis of the poem is how the father gets up before everyone else and starts a fire and polishes the son's boots. But the son doesn't ever appreciate what his father did or the love his father has for him until he is older. I did research to find someone that had a different opinion on what they believe the analysis is but I was unable to ...