Myrrha To The Source - Poem by Heather McHugh
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.
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