Yes, I believe the two simply co-exist. The father was blamed for the chronic angers of the house while never thanked for the warmth of the house, and such.
The ending is also interesting if you look at it metaphorically. It is clear from this line: << cracked hands that ached / from labor in the weekday weather >> that his father did not do office work. He did manual labor. And yet - just like the banker or the lawyer or the doctor - his father spent time in his own "austere and lonely office." And he did it for love.
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Date: 2007-08-08 04:19 am (UTC)The ending is also interesting if you look at it metaphorically. It is clear from this line: << cracked hands that ached / from labor in the weekday weather >> that his father did not do office work. He did manual labor. And yet - just like the banker or the lawyer or the doctor - his father spent time in his own "austere and lonely office." And he did it for love.
Perhaps it is a poem of forgiveness.