Filled with a harsh, surprising beauty, the poems in "Cups" portray a woman struggling to make her way amid a jarring psychological landscape, finding good life and good humour despite darkness and pain. These poems remind us of the moral necessity of personal connection and of the sense that each of us is a part of a universe, the universe subject to chaotic forces. Challenging the fiction of the isolated self, the poems become something more than an attempt to mythologise the poet's life. In the world described here no soul exists alone, unvoiced by others. Similarly no poem is the work of a single ego. Blending the intellectual and the emotional, the spiritual and the sentient, these poems speak of a human pilgrimage, a struggle to know worlds, cultures, and persons across time.