` Father`
guides my character
a pillar of strength throughout
Inspiring soft voice
(Inspirational Credit )
Words ~ ✍@s.j.beaux
Artist ~ 🎨 @khurramamir_mustdraw
Poets' Notes
@khurramamir_mustdrawis drawing of his father is a personal tribute to a great man. One that was drawn with powerful raw emotion for a son's love of his father. I immediately sensed the connection between the two. This is simply one of the most expressive drawings I have had the opportunity to write about.
INSPIRATION
Those Winter Sundays
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.
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?
Copyright © 1966 by Robert Hayden, from Collected Poems of Robert
a pillar of strength throughout
Inspiring soft voice
(Inspirational Credit )
Words ~ ✍@s.j.beaux
Artist ~ 🎨 @khurramamir_mustdraw
Poets' Notes
@khurramamir_mustdrawis drawing of his father is a personal tribute to a great man. One that was drawn with powerful raw emotion for a son's love of his father. I immediately sensed the connection between the two. This is simply one of the most expressive drawings I have had the opportunity to write about.
INSPIRATION
Those Winter Sundays
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.
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?
Copyright © 1966 by Robert Hayden, from Collected Poems of Robert
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