Robert Hayden

(4 August 1913 – 25 February 1980 / Detroit)

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  • nickg (5/14/2018 12:00:00 PM)

    how many poems did he write

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  • Elizabeth E. Marshall (3/5/2018 2:49:00 PM)

    What a joyful discovery! Hayden's poetry is ideal for the hospitalized veterans I work with.

  • your mom (2/27/2018 12:37:00 PM)

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  • Walled Taha (5/14/2007 5:17:00 PM)

    he is one of my favourable poets in the English language
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  • Brianne Edwards (3/24/2005 3:42:00 PM)

    If there is anyone who can analize each line of Robert Hayden's ' Those Winter Sundays', please contact me as soon as posible. Bbefore April 10,2005. Thank you.

  • Walled Taha (3/7/2005 7:19:00 PM)

    SORRY I WANT ANY INFORMATION ABOUT THESE WINTER SUNDAYS. IF THERE IS ANY PLEASE SEND OR WTITE IT

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?

Read the full of Those Winter Sundays

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Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness
and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror
and the hunters pursuing and the hounds pursuing
and the night cold and the night long and the river
to cross and the jack-muh-lanterns beckoning beckoning
and blackness ahead and when shall I reach that somewhere
morning and keep on going and never turn back and keep on going

         Runagate

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