Larkin is a poet who "comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable." I often return to his poem Aubade [0], in particular the idea that "death is no different whined at than withstood," and that in the meantime, "work has to be done." Chop wood, carry water.

[0] https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48422/aubade-56d229a6...