"They are not one jot less than I am,They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing..."

“They are not one jot less than I am,

They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,

Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,

They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike,

retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves.”

- Walt Whitman writing about women, from “A Woman Waits For Me”