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When I first read "blueblack", in my mind's eye I saw someone w/ the first stages of frostbite. I also want to add that I feel that many of the descriptions seem visual as well. I agree with David about the amount of tactile imagery throughout the poem (ie: "ached", "warm", how the cold had to be "driven out").
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let's think a little about our fathers too, shall we? The young son is wary and treats his father with indifference, for he knows not of the loving efforts that have brought about the cold's mighty "splintering, breaking." Long after the fact, the matured son reflects upon his childhood and regrets that he did not understand his father's mind sooner. Yet through the powerful imagery, it is made clear that the father cares greatly for his son.
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"But no one ever thanked him." The father's love is austere and lonely, and apparently he is prone to chronic bouts of anger. One can feel the mighty flames that are brought ablaze so that the son may wake in a little comfort. One can feel the weary hands with which the father toils. One can feel the chill in the air as the father shakes off his sleep. He gives this sacrifice of chill and ache in order to have his son begin the day in warm rooms, having "driven out" the cold. There's tons of tactile imagery in the first stanza: the father dresses in the "blueback cold," and then with "cracked hands" (kind of a little dose here of kinesthetic imagery too, with "ached") he makes "banked fires blaze." So the father awoke to a freezing cold, in much harder conditions than those the son later takes for granted. The child takes this for granted until looking back later, and remembering the silent labor of his fathers love. The calloused father calls to his child and looks at them softly before leaving to work more.
#Types of imagery in those winter sundays crack#
I liked the image the poem creates of a young child laying in bed listening to his father in the morning silently crack wood and build fires with weathered aching hands, then carefully polishing the childs shoes. The poem shows that love can be expressed in many ways and is often overlooked. The speaker is reflecting that even though he never noticed it, his father was very caring, just in an austere, lonely and official way. The speaker says, "what did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?" at the end of the poem.
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Yet, despite his roughness the father is still the one "who had driven out the cold, and polished my good shoes as well." so clearly he cares deeply about the speaker. These descriptions all depict the father to be unaffectionate and distant from the speaker. His love holds "austere"- severe, strict, and grave, and "lonely" "offices". The house has "chronic angers" the angers naturally don't come from the physical house but the metaphorical 'head of house'. The father "calls" it is a distant and aloof greeting. The cold "splintering, breaking" is hard and precise.
#Types of imagery in those winter sundays cracked#
Here alone in the early cold with cracked hands the father looks solemn and hard, weathered. The "blue black cold" is a dark early morning before the sun has warmed the earth. He is depicted to be hard working with "cracked hands that ache", aching hands hinting at years of hard labor. The image of the father is central to the poem. Those Winter Sundays created darker tense image for me.