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.


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  • Khairul AhsanKhairul Ahsan (8/1/2020 11:51:00 PM)

    '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' - the last four lines evoked melancholia in me.
    An excellent poetic presentation.(Report)Reply

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (8/1/2020 10:32:00 PM)

    Loss of love is worse than the death rightly said so brilliantly narrated......10++(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (8/1/2020 1:31:00 PM)

    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.
    a fine poem. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (8/1/2020 11:54:00 AM)

    I have no will to weep or sing,
    No least desire to pray or curse.... //.... The loss of love comes alive so poignantly. Thanks.(Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (8/1/2020 9:20:00 AM)

    Yeah, loss of love love is more painful than the thought of death in the death bed. Beautifully crafted poem and very interesting to read.

    '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.'..is so nice. Thanks for sharing.(Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (8/1/2020 8:36:00 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....the loss of love stand, wondrously penned the poem with suitable title... Greatly ienjoyed... Loss there is many types either in love or without love, if love does not come everything becomes severe pyre and if love comes there is also comes riots in something outside....terribly penned the poem is...(Report)Reply

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  • Luis Estable (8/1/2020 2:11:00 AM)

    Perhaps I would modify the first verse for if the space is empty of course this indicates that you find no one there. It`d better be, I suppose, to write something such as, " She is not in any room."
    I do not find much argument with the rest of the poem, just a sad situation.(Report)Reply

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  • OOGA BOOGA (5/8/2020 2:02:00 PM)

    this was. not just but donkey . you know what i mean(Report)Reply

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  • Cynthia Deon (10/19/2019 12:54:00 AM)

    A heartfelt write. Brave enough to display the vulnerability when losing a love. Very very beautiful.(Report)Reply

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  • Luis Estable (8/1/2019 10:14:00 PM)

    The title is quite suitable for what this good poem tells.
    The house, the orchards, the cows feel it, too. Good poetic lines are seen in this.(Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (8/1/2019 9:40:00 PM)

    A well expressed poem by Countee Cullen....(Report)Reply

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  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (8/1/2019 8:30:00 PM)

    'The loss of love is a terrible thing'. He must have been deeply in love with her.(Report)Reply

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  • Ruta MohapatraRuta Mohapatra (8/1/2019 12:06:00 PM)

    So tragic and touching! Thanks for sharing!(Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (8/1/2019 11:27:00 AM)

    I found this poem has been selected as modern poem of the poem of the day for second time. Really it is a brilliant poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair(DPN) (8/1/2019 8:47:00 AM)

    The loss of love is a terrible thing. They lie who saydeath is worse. A touching poem, Thanks PH for featuring(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (8/1/2019 1:23:00 AM)

    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. a very fine poem. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Adeeb AlfatehAdeeb Alfateh (8/1/2019 1:11:00 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.

    beautiful poem
    great 10+++++(Report)Reply

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  • Parameswaran Nair Damodaran NairParameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair (12/24/2018 11:11:00 PM)

    The loss of love is a terrible thing;
    They lie who say that death is worse. Loss of love is worse than death Beautiful(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003