LXX ABSENCE
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
SHE has gone out, she is far away, but I see her, for all things in this chamber are full of her, all are related to her, and I, like the rest.
This bed still warm, over which I pass my mouth, is impressed with the form of her body. On this soft pillow has lain her little head enveloped in her hair.
There is the basin in which she has bathed, the comb which has penetrated the knots of her tangled hair. These slippers long for her naked feet. The pockets of gauze enclosed her breasts.
But that which I dare not touch with my finger is the mirror in which she viewed her hot bruises and in which, perhaps, still exists the reflection of her moist lips.