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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 07:43 AM
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The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Thu 12/20/2007)
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?

Robert Hayden

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Robert Hayden, born Asa Bundy Sheffey in Detroit, Michigan, was raised in a slum called Paradise Valley. Hayden's parents separated soon after his birth and he became the foster child of Sue Ellen Westerfield and William Hayden. He earned his BA (1936) from Detroit City College, later renamed Wayne State University, and between 1936 and 1938 participated in the Detroit Federal Writer's Project. His studies with W.H. Auden at the University of Michigan, where he earned his MA (1944), had a profound impact on his poetry. After graduation he accepted a professorship at Fisk University in Nashville where he would remain for over twenty years. In 1969 he returned to teach at Michigan until his death.

Hayden's early reading of Harlem Renaissance poets such as Countee Cullen and Langston Hughes, combined with his study of the English classics, informed the precision and originality of his poetry throughout his life. As William Meredith states: "Robert Hayden was a man as gifted in humanity as he was in poetry. There is scarcely a line of his which is not identifiable as an experience of black America, but he would not relinquish the title of American writer for any narrower identity." Whether exploring an extended metaphor as in "The Diver" or drawing on the biography of Phyllis Wheatley, Hayden's poetry remains a distinct contribution to our literature.

Hayden's books include Heart-Shape in the Dust: Poems (Falcon Press, 1940), The Lion and the Archer (Hemphill Press, 1948), Figure of Time: Poems (Hemphill Press, 1955), A Ballad of Remembrance (P. Breman, 1962), Selected Poems (October House, 1966), Words in the Mourning Time (October House, 1970), The Night-Blooming Cereus (P. Breman, 1972), Angle of Ascent: New and Selected Poems (Liveright, 1975), American Journal (Liveright, 1982), and Collected Poems (Liveright, 1996). His prose is collected in Collected Prose (University of Michigan Press, 1984). Hayden twice received the Hopwood Award for poetry, won the Grand Prize for Poetry at the World Festival of Negro Arts for A Ballad of Remembrance and earned the Russell Loines Award from the National Institute of Arts and Letters.


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:hi:

RL
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lizziegrace Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 08:22 AM
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1. ...
we forget to thank (or even appreciate) those who work ever day to make us safe, warm and comfortable. Do you think that was the reason for the father's chronic anger, or was he trying to eliminate some of the guilt by doing the right things? :shrug:

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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:55 PM
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9. Hard to say...
I think the anger was perhaps misplaced.

RL
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ThomCat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 09:31 AM
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2. That's incredibly sad.
:(

Something like this makes me wonder if we all had sad childhoods, and if we're all unappreciated. :(
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:54 PM
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8. My childhood was just fine
and i ended up all screwed up anyhow...

:hi:

RL
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Tuesday Afternoon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 10:04 AM
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3. ~
:donut:

as I sit in the warmth, with my television going...I realize the many kinds and demands of love.

"fearing the chronic angers of that house,"

"of love's austere and lonely offices?"

I do not know horse shit from apple butter when it comes to poetry, but those seem to be perfectly written. Not an un-needed word anywhere in that poem. I like this style.
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:56 PM
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10. "I do not know horse shit from apple butter "
Now THAT is a line of poetry right there...

:hi:

RL
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noiretextatique Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 10:19 AM
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4. hi retrolounge
i used to do a DU Poetry Slam here :hi:

haven't written anything in a few years, but i wrote this recently.
Dance of the Devine

you are sun
bright presence
generous spirit
light and strong
i take in the warmth
when you hold me
it seeps in
and permeates
and lifts
and comforts
and heals
and awakens

and makes whole
complement
opposite
angel
demon

i glimpse the eternal
in your eyes
your smile
your walk
the knowing is so deep
so familiar
so intimate
so alluring
so tender
so unchanging

as it has been
as it shall remain
as it always will be
as it is
and so it is

we dance the devine
far above the universe
and we know:
we are the blessed
we know what it
looks like
and what it feels like
from it's miraculous highs
to the depths of its despair
we know
we dance the devine
we are eternal
we are indestructable
we are one

and we are truth
no matter the appearance
no matter the confusion
of little ego words
of little ego actions
that are not truth

Truth is the devine
and the dance
it's just a dance

it's time...
it's time for us
to choose
a different dance
@2007 Karen X
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:57 PM
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11. Thanks for sharing that...
:hi:

RL
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redqueen Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 10:27 AM
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5. He may feel guilty but I do not.
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:57 PM
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12. ...
:hug:

RL
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hisownpetard Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:10 AM
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6. This poem is a flawless little gem and a perfect example of a poet who uses "economy of means."
The first two words of the poem are brilliant.
"Sundays too..."
It lets the reader know immediately that the man worked 6 days a week, had to get up early, and then on Sunday,
his one day off, he still got up early for something reason other than work.
All that information in two words!

Without ever saying it, we learn that the father is going to take him to church on Sunday, his one day off (because
he polished the child's good pair of shoes).

Then the line, "What did I know, what did I know..."
The repetition of that phrase forces the reader to read it differently the second time, with more emphasis,
which serves to amplify the speaker's regret and yet is exculpatory at the same time.

And the beautiful last line, to me, is a gift he gives to his father, ending the poem with the "austere and lonely offices,"
giving his father who was a manual laborer all this life an "office" of his own.

There's so much more about this poem that make it one of the best ever written, but time doesn't permit right now.

THANK YOU, RL, for this wonderful and inspiring reminder of why I love poetry so much!!
Also - the bio at the end is a wonderful touch. I'm learning more every day.
You ROOL.

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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:59 PM
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13. Yes, it is an amazing poem...
Thank you for your comments too.

:hi:

RL
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SPKrazy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:19 AM
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7. such a true and sad
poem

thanks

:hi:
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-20-07 11:59 PM
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14. ...
:hi:

RL
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Dec-21-07 12:01 AM
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15. My dear Retro...
How starkly beautiful this is...

And sad too...

Some insights for the son, later in his life, as he looked back over what his father had done for him...

Thank you, sweetie...:hug:
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RetroLounge Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Dec-21-07 12:07 AM
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16. most welcome...
:hi:

RL
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