danae & migue in japanese garden

The Window

The Window

you are my bread
and the hairline noise
of my bones
you are almost
the sea

you are not stone
or molten sound
I think
you have no hands

this kind of bird flies backwards
and this love
breaks on a windowpane
where no light talks

this is not the time
for crossing tongues
(the sand here
never shifts)

I think
tomorrow
turned you with his toe
and you will
shine
and shine
unspent and underground

by Diana DiPrima

artworks that I appreciate

In no specific dated order. What do these artworks have in common? They are all done by women. (that first one is made out of CLAY!!)