Linda-allen has given a wonderful example of devices in this poem that I would like to expand upon. Specifically, I would like to call your attention again to the vivid imagery of "Those Winter Sundays" in addition to alliteration.
One must understand, also, the interesting structure of this poem. Most scholars, when they see a fourteen line poem, they immediately think "sonnet." However, the rhyme scheme and meter don't fit the bill. Therefore, "Those Winter Sundays" continues to be an astounding lyrical poem worthy of study in its own right. Let's look at it in its entirety here:
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out...
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