in a 300 word analysis compare and contrast

In a 300-word analysis, compare and contrast

Which is stronger, more satisfying?

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early

and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,

then with cracked hands that ached

from labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

Iâ€™d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

When the rooms were warm, heâ€™d call,

and slowly I would rise and dress,

fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,

who had driven out the cold

and polished my good shoes as well.

What did I know, what did I know

of loveâ€™s austere and lonely offices?

The wind stood up, and gave a shout;
He whistled on his fingers, and

Kicked the withered leaves about,
And thumped the branches with his hand,

And said he’d kill, and kill, and kill;
And so he will! And so he will!