Author Langston Hughes It was in the empty house That I came to dwell And in the empty house I found an empty hell. Why is it that an empty house, Untouched by human strife, Can hold more woe Than the wide world holds, More pain than a cutting knife? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.1 (7 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments