Tait-ka
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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.
Source: Those Winter Sundays
(Robert Hayden, 1913-1980)
Can I ask what "blueblack cold" and "weekday weather" mean in this stanza?
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.
Source: Those Winter Sundays
(Robert Hayden, 1913-1980)
Can I ask what "blueblack cold" and "weekday weather" mean in this stanza?