Oil on canvas glaze. Naked woman, black woman, Dressed in your colour which is life, In your shape which is beauty. I grew up in your shadow; The softness of your hands bandaged my eyes. And now, in the heart of Summer and Midi, I discover you, Promised Land, From the top of a high burnt pass. And your beauty strikes me right in the heart, Like an eagle's lightning... BLACK WOMAN BY LÉOPOLD SÉDAR SENGHOR