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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. -Countee Cullen
The Loss Of Love
The poem"The Loss of Love" has meaning to which the person in the poem is heart broken. He misses the love of his life. Cullens uses word choices that sets the theme of the poem. The theme might be the loss of loving someone can be painful. Cullens also has a way to describe how much in pain he is feeling. for example "In agony with clotted teats;"
Countee Cullen Date created 1903-1946 Date viewed-November 28, 2009 title of webpage-www.afropoets.net
labradorluvr added this comment 2009-11-19 16:36:48-06:00
that is an amazing poem!from a fellow poet
labradorluvr added this comment 2009-11-19 16:36:48-06:00
that is an amazing poem!from a fellow poet