"What did I know, what did I know/ of loves austere and lonely offices?" (782). This poem is so sadly sweet. There are tons of poems, stories, essays, ect. out there about Moms, but very few about Dads it seems. This poem is sad in the fact that the writer (during the poem) felt animosity towards the dad. But, now that he is writing the poem looks back, and realized everything his dad did for him. In the poem, he says there is a "chronic anger" in the house, maybe the dad just wanted to be appreciated. The last lines, the one I quoted previously confuse me. Was the dad mad at his son for his relationships and job? Is that even what the last lines mean? In any case, I think I do actually like this poem.