The Loss Of Love

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.

by Countee Cullen

Comments (25)

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
Excellent poem
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....
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
What a brilliant poet Countee Cullen was. 'The loss of love is a terrible thing'.
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