Whilst re-reading Francis Thompson`s poems
for the other thread I read these lines (in his
poem `Her Portait`)

`I grow essential all, uncloaking me
From this encumbering virility,
And feel the primal sex of heaven and poetry:`

The poem is an extremely (or excessively?)
`spiritualized` praise of woman - poet Alice
Meynell which, I feel, would not be at all to
the taste of a modern Feminist........But is it
true? Does poetry as an art have a sex?...
( As we might say Mother Nature or Father
Land)... or is it - even in this undoubted age
of the `Dawn of Woman` still -in this sense -
male or - perish the word - Sexless?

Poetry has (for me at any rate) undoubtedly a sex. However you might have to call it bisexual to cover its many moods. Sometimes my words can feel muscular and masculine, other times uncomfortably feminine. Perhaps, to conflict with all of this there can be an asexual no-nonsense line of words that shout out their ambivalence to sexuality.
I would say that these feelings tend to appear once a piece of work has already been drafted.