Those Winter Sundays~Robert Hayden~
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?
I found this poem and now am wrecked for the rest of the evening.
♥Gillian
Details
{Vision} Polla Sweater #18 at Uber (worn – Maitreya Petite)
Izzie’s Twinnie Jeggings Applier for Maitreya
Garbaggio//Boa Boots – Fantasy Print – gift at FaMESHed
Kunglers Loretta Rings at FaMESHed
{Limerence} Snowy Hair – Special Set, (a gift, but I can’t remember where! probably FaMESHed?)
Shot at Walsh County (the pose is in the rock!)
Gillian's Island 