My sixth response is one to the poem entitled “Those winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden. This poem is full of description of a father who works very hard without any praise.  I didn’t really understand the part about how he would be angry but I figure when someone works very hard and is not recognized for it then that would be pretty angering.  I really like how the author made this poem universal in the way that it can be interpreted in many ways.  I’m sure there are many people out in the world who feel like their work is never complete as well as recognized.  I mean I somethimes feel that way as well.  But the author did a great job describing the fathers hands as worn and cracked and aching.  This specific part kind of tugs on my heart because I can’t help but to think of why this father works so hard.  Does he support his children on his own?  After the description, it goes on to talk about driving out the cold…and gold shoes.  I’m not sure what this means because I can’t tell how it relates to the poem.  Then again, perhaps the gold shoes are what the father works to provide for the family.  The poem end with these closing words, “What did I know, what did I know Of love’s sustere and lonley offices?”  I can interpret this part as a misunderstanding of someone who is less apreciateive of this hard working father.  I really liked this poem and the contents of its message. Very nice