" And now
what will I do
with all this time
that forms my life
with all these people
who care nothing for me
now,
that you've left
all these nights
why, for whom
and this morning
for nothing returning
my heart banging
for whom why
banging gravely,
gravely,
and now
how to face up to
that nothingness
my life slipping
o friends
be gentle
you know well
we have nothing to do with it
And now
what will I do
now
that you . . . "

― Alejandra Pizarnik , The Galloping Hour: French Poems