The surfer and Sports Illustrated Swimwear model reads the classic, Song for a Lady…
I’m such a sucker, and maybe you are too, for a gal of better-than-average looks reading poetry, ideally in a backless canary yellow swimsuit.
Last year you’ll remember Ms Ashley socking us with Funeral Blues by WH Auden. I haven’t cried so much since Anne Marie was cornered into surfing Pipeline (after a wipeout that nearly killed her) by her cruel ex-boyfriend Drew in Blue Crush.
Last month, Anastasia reprised her poetry jams with a recording of the feminist poem What Do Women Want by the American Kim Addonizio. The poem “explores the risk that women have of being stereotyped.”
Today, we present the far more subtle, but, then again, more sensual, poem Song for a Lady, written by the Pulitzer Prize-winning Anne Sexton in 1969. This poem comes from her collection Love Poems, described somewhere as “a celebration of touch… physical and emotional touch.”
Read along!
Song for a Lady by Anne Sexton (1969)
On the day of breasts and small hips
the window pocked with bad rain,
rain coming on like a minister,
we coupled, so sane and insane.
We lay like spoons while the sinister
rain dropped like flies on our lips
and our glad eyes and our small hips.
“The room is so cold with rain,” you said
and you, feminine you, with your flower
said novenas to my ankles and elbows.
You are a national product and power.
Oh my swan, my drudge, my dear wooly rose,
even a notary would notarize our bed
as you knead me and I rise like bread.
I for one have a sizeable amount of disdain for girl “surfers” who have more talent in their boobs and butt than on a surfboard. Miss Blanchard being top of the list. I guess it could be because we all have seen her ass from every possible angle, bikini color, and exotic location. It has become boring too me, and I’m begging for something fresh.
at least Alana made the CT.
Wow! I didn’t know that. I ask and Trogan fan delivers the news. I suppose some of the blame does belong to rip curl, I wonder if they will want her to surf the heats in those string things? I will admit it should draw a croud.
made was past tense. You didn’t miss much.
Having hot chicks that Surf well and like boys is the best thing to ever happen to the ct, the vibe in the water and our local beaches. Get over it captain.
Shoots, having hot chicks that like dudes is good for anything. I think me having a daughter has a lot to do with my level of disdain. I certainly don’t want a bunch of horny punks drooling over my little girl, and believe me they always are someone’s little girl no matter how grown they get.
since the dawn of evolution, the laziest way for a woman to earn money…whenever economic times have been tough, the number of prostitutes has risen to plague proportions…
subliminal message …spunk on my tits.