Countee Cullen

(30 May 1903 – 9 January 1946 / New York)

The Loss Of Love - Poem by Countee Cullen

All through an empty place I go,
And find her not in any room;
The candles and the lamps I light
Go down before a wind of gloom.
Thick-spraddled lies the dust about,
A fit, sad place to write her name
Or draw her face the way she looked
That legendary night she came.

The old house crumbles bit by bit;
Each day I hear the ominous thud
That says another rent is there
For winds to pierce and storms to flood.

My orchards groan and sag with fruit;
Where, Indian-wise, the bees go round;
I let it rot upon the bough;
I eat what falls upon the ground.

The heavy cows go laboring
In agony with clotted teats;
My hands are slack; my blood is cold;
I marvel that my heart still beats.

I have no will to weep or sing,
No least desire to pray or curse;
The loss of love is a terrible thing;
They lie who say that death is worse.


Comments about The Loss Of Love by Countee Cullen

  • (10/3/2018 7:39:00 AM)


    separation from your loved one makes everything difficult.The poem expresses what those who have been jilted or disappointed go through, it is a worst experience ever than death (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/12/2018 2:16:00 PM)


    Excellent poem (Report) Reply

  • Sylvia Frances Chan (8/1/2018 8:46:00 PM)


    I ended my first Comment with these Congratulations, chosen by Poem Hunter as Modern Poem Of The Day. Also my warm congratulations to all members of his family in the USA. This poem is loveliest in uttering about how it is the loss of love, but most tragic the emotive feel.No one could sense this poem as the poet self.But I must admit it is a most sensitive poem, beautifully worded most tragic. The loss of love is worse than death.... (Report) Reply

  • Sylvia Frances Chan (8/1/2018 8:33:00 PM)


    The loss of love is worse than death is the message of this poem. How most terrible, since Cullen did not know what death IS, but he died young at forty three, this could be the absence of love too in his life, a mother who did not wish to erase the child, his grand mom did but died when Cullen needed most love since he became fifteen and was amidst the age when love is needed most, this poem says it all. Congratulations as Modern Poem OTD (Report) Reply

  • (8/1/2018 6:51:00 PM)


    What a brilliant poet Countee Cullen was. 'The loss of love is a terrible thing'. (Report) Reply

  • Glen Kappy (8/1/2018 7:31:00 AM)


    wow! this is a poignant picture of feeling devastated from a love lost and the effects on our energy and will to live. -gk (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (8/1/2018 7:24:00 AM)


    A beautiful and sad poem. Seems so real as I go on one stanza to the next. Thanks for sharing.10+++++ (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/1/2018 6:39:00 AM)


    A touching expression has been made on loss of love. Beautiful poem shared amazingly. (Report) Reply

  • Adrian Flett (8/1/2018 5:10:00 AM)


    Well structured poem that bears the sadness which is the loss of love (Report) Reply

  • Chandan Dey (8/1/2018 4:32:00 AM)


    The loss of love makes us feel the LOVE deeply. The face breaks forth as a flash of light in our melancholic mind, but we can't touch. The conflict takes us deep into the ocean of love. It's a wonderful love poem to read.
    Chandan
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  • Ruta Mohapatra (8/1/2018 3:53:00 AM)


    ' The loss of love is a terrible thing;
    They lie who say that death is worse'.........So true!
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  • Petals Azureblue (8/1/2018 2:31:00 AM)


    The loss of love is a terrible thing
    They lie who say that death is worse... So true. This poem reeks of pain and desolation. A cold that sits in the soul and stays. The imagery is indeed like overripe fruit falling mindlessly from the tree. A profound lament for lost love!
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  • Mahtab Bangalee (8/1/2018 1:00:00 AM)


    nicely penned-

    The loss of love is a terrible thing;
    They lie who say that death is worse.

    ////
    we are all in exhausting incubation with time
    when time is up everything will be finished
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  • Dr Dillip K Swain (8/1/2018 12:45:00 AM)


    My orchards groan and sag with fruit;
    Where, Indian-wise, the bees go round;
    I let it rot upon the bough;
    I eat what falls upon the ground........captivating poetic expression! A great poem (10)
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  • Krystal Mclennan (3/22/2018 8:40:00 PM)


    Really enjoyed reading it. loved it (Report) Reply

  • (3/16/2018 9:46:00 AM)


    This one is lovely. Thanks for the input. (Report) Reply

  • Lea- Beima Dorestin (10/22/2017 3:10:00 PM)


    Aww such a nice poem even though it's sad (Report) Reply

  • (8/1/2017 10:58:00 PM)


    A story often told, and often heartfelt, for what is more heartfelt then one broken. Cullen wrote well here. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/1/2017 1:14:00 PM)


    The heavy cows go laboring! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/1/2017 9:01:00 AM)


    The loss of love is a terrible thing; .... a true lover can realise this. It is a beautiful poem on loss of love. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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