Trump is a Richard III figure. A Robert Hayden poem tells us how to counter him.
Tag Archives: Robert Hayden
The Loneliness of the Tyrant
Pushing Back against the Purity Police
While not as bad as fascists for censoring reading materials, leftwing purists present their own problems.
Our Parents’ Invisible Sacrifices
As I tend our fire, I think of Robert Hayden’s luminescent poem “Those Winter Sundays.”
March Madness Is Divinest Sense (Sort of)
Having a March Madness bracket for poems provided excitement for kids and enlightenment for this teacher.
Burdened by Ice
Spiritual Sunday With much of the country groaning under the weight of winter storms, I share a Robert Hayden poem in which the speaker calls out to God in his misery. I warn you the poem does not conclude with a comforting—or a facile—promise. Sounding very much like George Herbert in his inability to pray, […]
On a Father’s Unspoken Love
Robert Hayden’s “Those Sunday Mornings” lends itself to a religious interpretation about a caring father who selflessly takes care of his child, expecting nothing in return.

