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

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


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

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  • (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

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/1/2017 8:57:00 AM)


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

  • Glen Kappy (8/1/2017 8:07:00 AM)


    now doesn't this say so much more, give so much more for the imagination, than to say of himself, i am depressed? i relate- and not much more can be gotten from literature than this. -gk (Report) Reply

  • Lantz Pierre (8/1/2017 4:33:00 AM)


    The central metaphor is overwrought, too freighted with the jumble of landscape to be able to support it all. It rambles instead of focusing on particular details of one image that could better emphasize the way the emotional pain drills down in such circumstances. The broad-brush approach lacks finesse in my opinion. (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (8/1/2017 2:00:00 AM)


    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. - - - - Every thing looks empty and gloomy when love is lost.The pain of loss finds great poetic expression in this poem.
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/1/2017 1:28:00 AM)


    Great expression of the lost love... Thanks for posting.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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