Here you will find the Poem Orpheus In The Underworld of poet David Gascoyne
Curtains of rock And tears of stone, Wet leaves in a high crevice of the sky: From side to side the draperies Drawn back by rigid hands. And he came carrying the shattered lyre, And wearing the blue robes of a king, And looking through eyes like holes torn in a screen; And the distant sea was faintly heard, From time to time, in the suddenly rising wind, Like a broken song. Out of his sleep, from time to time, From between half open lips, Escaped the bewildered words which try to tell The tale of his bright night And his wing-shadowed day The soaring flights of thought beneath the sun Above the islands of the seas And all the deserts, all the pastures, all the plains Of the distracting foreign land. He sleeps with the broken lyre between his hands, And round his slumber are drawn back The rigid draperies, the tears and wet leaves, Cold curtains of rock concealing the bottomless sky.