Comparing Daystar and Those Winter Sundays Essay -- comparison compare

The two songs I have chosen to probe are Daystar by Rita Dove and Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden. The verse Daystar struck me from my runner reading of it because I do the very(prenominal) thing this woman did just abouttimes. The apartment I share with my husband has a balcony where I have planted some flowers, and sometimes when the whether is nice I drag a rocking chair out there into the sun and full sit and let my thoughts wander. This poem reminds me of those moments. The author uses imagery in the poem to make the experience of this one woman stand out smartly. The first lines of the poem say she saw diapers steaming on the line / a doll slumped behind the door. The phrase steaming on the line is especially strong, making me able to feel the balmy heat of the day and the scintillating warm sunshine on my skin. Also, the diapers and doll may serve as symbols in this poem for all the cares that the woman carries in looking by and by her children. Right now she wants to put all that behind her, and doesnt want some(prenominal) reminders of it. She wants to escape into a place where there are no demands. other visual image in this poem occurs when the woman is looking nigh her backyard, and she sees the pinched armor of a vanished cricket, / a floating maple leaf. These are bantam things that catch your attention for a second, not things to sit an contemplate closely. I guess the point is that the woman doesnt really want to think close to anything, she just wants to be. Sometimes she doesnt even want to look at anything, scarce instead close her eyes and see only her own vivid blood. This image of the woman looking at her own blood makes it face like this time alone reminds her that she is very alive -- that she has a destitute will and can... ...ut something the mother is doing for herself, while the second poem is all about the sacrifices the father made for his son. Comparing them shows the mother to be the more ungenerous of the two, in that her child and husband are distractions from her revelry, and they are somewhat onerous to her. But the father is totally self-sacrificing -- getting up in the blueblack cold, making a fire with cracked hands that ached. He takes no thought for his own comfort, except, possibly, when he gets angry. This makes me think if the father had spent some time relaxing like the mother, maybe he wouldnt have gotten as angry. Maybe thinking of yourself every once in awhile is a good thing, I dont know, but it is interesting to note the contrast. I think mother in the first poem is somebody we can mend to, but the father in the second poem is a person we admire.