Ballad of the Heavy Lyre, by Peter Daniels I sit where the light is above me, /
my circular room is my sphere; /
I gaze at a plasterwork heaven /
where the sun is an old chandelier.
And ...
Orpheus, by Athena I sit in my room round and tiny /
Awashed by the light from above, /
Look up at the stuccoed skyline /
Dawn-dusked by a sixty watt sun.
My thin...
Orpheus, by Vladimir Nabokov Brightly lit from above I am sitting /
in my circular room; this is I — /
looking up at a sky made of stucco, /
at a sixty-watt sun in that sky....
Orpheus Ascendant, by U. R. Bowie Here I sit under lights from on high, /
In my roundabout, circular room. /
I peer at my stucco-bright sky, /
At what sixty-watt sun-bulbs illume...