Robert Hayden

(4 August 1913 – 25 February 1980 / Detroit)

Robert Hayden Poems

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1. Mourning Poem For The Queen Of Sunday 4/6/2010
2. The Ballad Of Nat Turner 4/6/2010
3. Witch Doctor 4/6/2010
4. O Daedalus, Fly Away Home 1/3/2003
5. Perseus 1/20/2003
6. Soledad 1/3/2003
7. Full Moon 1/3/2003
8. The Prisoners 1/3/2003
9. Frederick Douglass 1/3/2003
10. Runagate Runagate 1/3/2003
11. El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz (Malcolm X) 1/20/2003
12. Monet's Waterlilies 1/3/2003
13. Middle Passage 1/3/2003
14. The Whipping 1/3/2003
15. Those Winter Sundays 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Hayden

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback 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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