Practicing Success
Practicing Success
CUET Preparation Today
Read the poem and answer the following questions
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blue-black 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?
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How was the poet's relationship with his father in the past? |
Amiable Estranged Friendly Dull |
Estranged |
Both of them had an estranged relationship. |
