My dear Harbour II (another day, without you)
“The word landed with a stony thud
Onto my still-beating breast.
Nevermind, I was prepared,
I will manage with the rest.
I have a lot of work to do today;
I need to slaughter memory,
Turn my living soul to stone
Then teach myself to live again. . .
I have long had this premonition
Of a bright day and a deserted house. ”
(Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova)