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2020.02.17 01:41
THOSE WINTER SUNDAYS BY 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?
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  • Catherine 2020.02.17 01:50

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    Labor brings us close to ourselves. 劳动让我们接近我们自己本身
  • Kae 2020.02.17 01:50

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    สวัสดีค่ะ
  • Alisa 2020.02.17 01:51

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    like ur voice very much😄
  • Nina 2020.02.17 01:57

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    Thanks for sharing
  • MARGARITA 2020.02.17 03:05

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    You have a good pronuntiation and amazing voice!...I practice english hearing you.. Thanks.👍
  • David B. 2020.02.17 03:14

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    @MARGARITA de nada 😊
  • MARGARITA 2020.02.17 03:16

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    @David B. 👍Good Job
  • Dew Haha Wanida 2020.02.17 20:57

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    Wow...i.like your eacent...
  • David B. 2020.02.17 20:58

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    @Dew Haha Wanida Thank you 😊

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