Lyric-Scroll 022 : Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden: When Love Was Silent, Hands Were Cracked, and No One Said Thank You
A Poem Where Regret Wears Slippers and Affection Heats the House Before Dawn ABS Believes:Some poems are whispers you hear years later.Love isn’t always loud—it’s sometimes just boots, cold air, and someone waking up too early for your comfort. Robert Hayden: The Poet of the Unsaid Hayden didn’t write to dazzle. He wrote to unearth. […]