Myrrha To The Source Poem by Heather McHugh

Myrrha To The Source



O fluent one, o muscle full of hydrogen,
o stuff of grief, whom the Greeks
accuse of spoiling souls,

whose destiny is downward,
whose reflecting’s up—I think
I must have come from you.

Just one more cup.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Heather McHugh

Heather McHugh

San Diego, California
Close
Error Success