英语名篇名段背诵精华 64 Those Winter Sundays

Those Winter Sundays

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'dwake 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 indifferemtly 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?