Apologies if this is not the right place for this thread, but I thought book lovers might be able to help. I am trying to find, and re-read a poem about grief. I read it in a poetry anthology as a student in the UK in the 1990s, but I can’t remember the name of the anthology, the name of the poem or the poet! It was very short and I think written by a woman, and possibly had been translated into English. It’s about someone awake and grieving on a windy night. The lines I can remember are something like ‘I think I heard the same restless susurration on the night she died. Nothing to do but wait, stare at the eiderdown, light another cigarette’.
I read it when some friends had died and I would like to re-read it now having just lost my mum. I’ve tried to google/ search in AI many times and nothing comes up. Is this ringing any bells for anyone? I’d be most grateful if anyone can help.