I am the poet of the body,
And I am the poet of the soul.
The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself… the latter I translate into a new tongue.
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
And I say it is great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say ther is nothing greater than the mother of men (…).
Leaves of grass by Walt Whitman
The drawing of sketchs women with inks on paper are an ode to women.
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