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.
--
Those Winter Sundays (lines 1-5), from Collected Poems (1985)Robert Hayden
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