"I begin to love this creature,
and to anticipate her birth
as a fresh twist to a knot,
which I do not wish to untie."
-- Mary Wollstonecraft
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A sculpture of a pregnant woman by Ron Mueck, 2002. |
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Gustav Klimt: Hope II, 1907 |
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Paula 8 Months On Yellow by Christina Kubrick. |
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Jan van Eyck: The Arnolfini Wedding, 1434 |
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Alice Neel: Margaret Evans Pregnant, 1978 |
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Pregnant Woman,1913; by Chagall, Marc |
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Vermeer, Woman Holding a Balance |
And let me end this collection with a poem by Maya Angelou:
Phenomenal Woman
"Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me."