What Are The Similarities Between Those Winter Sundays And One Last Time

Those Winter Sundays and One Last Time at first glance are not texts that seem similar in any way, especially since they are two completely different genres of writing. The truth is that both of these texts have a connection to one another, but first we must take a more in depth look at each text. Those Winter Sundays is a three stanza poem that superficially seems to be about what a Sunday morning in the home of the speaker, who is a child. For me to get a better understanding of this poem, I used clues within the text to discover that the speaker was reminiscing on the past. I strongly feel that the author actually wrote the poem this way because he used past tense words, such as ‘I’d’, ‘had’, and ‘did’. This could be an easily overlooked

With careful research of several definitions for each word, I learned that the fathers strict attitude and the son's fear and disrespect, which separated the father-son relationship, was because of love. The father had continued to take on a greater trial. The trial of loneliness, so that he could raise and care for his son. During the time the child was growing up, he had not realized this u but it is implied when the speaker states, “What did I know, what did I know”(Hayden), that he came to the conclusion of his fathers love for

In paragraph 15 of this narrative, the author writes, “Along with my brother and sister I picked grapes until I was fifteen, before giving up and saying that I’d rather wear old clothes than stoop like a Mexican”(Soto). The words ‘stoop like a Mexican’ is not only implying that he did not want to be physically bent over like those who worked in the fields, typically Mexicans, but disregarded the laborious work that his family does. He acts as though the job they do is disgraceful even though during that time, that was one of few jobs that people of their heritage could get. The turning point of the author's attitude in the narrative is during the time he and his brother went to chop cotton for extra money. In the beginning of the experience Soto states, “the others who boarded, almost all of them broken and poorly dressed in loudly mismatched clothes”. He was judging those who boarded the labor bus by the clothes they were wearing even though they did not know him. By the end of the work day, Soto and his brother left proud because they have shown that they could work in the fields like the men who do it every day, judging them no more by their looks but by their work