Analysis a poem Those winter sundaysRobert Hayden

the instructor gave us this poem :

Those Winter Sundays(earlier version)
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the stiffening cold,
and then with hands cracked and aching
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

Id wake and hear the cold splintering
and breaking and smell the trellised blooming of
the velvet heat. When the rooms were warm,
hed call me. Sighing I would rise and dress,
dreading the chronic angers of that house,

Dreading my fathers kindness most of all;
and had but monosyllables for him
whod driven out the cold -who had as well
polished my best shoes. What did I know
of loves austere and rich and lonely offices?
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so she needs us to analysis this poem.She also told us to do it as a draft or like 1st stanza and analysis changes -what? -quotation why ? like that .
i hope thats clear for the writer and he can call me any time.