D.H. Lawrence wrote some sexy stuff — he gave us Lady Chatterley’s Lover after all, later made into a Skinemax classic. But these pictures of Cosmid model Misha Lowe getting naked on a piano make us think of a poem by old D.H. called “Piano.” So today we’re bringing you poetry with your boobs. Boobs, after all, with their pleasing curves and fascinating bounce, are poetry for the eyes. So drink in Misha Lowe and her voluptuous poetry from Cosmid. And maybe read a word or two of the poem (it’s after the pictures).
“Piano” by D.H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
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