Izzy Bird, a poem
December 04, 2020
I just found this Isabella Bird tidbit and want to share. Just before she was to be admitted as the first woman in the Royal Geographic Society, this poem ran in Punch magazine.
“A lady an explorer? A traveler in skirts?
The notion’s just a trifle too seraphic;*
Let them stay and mind the babies,
or hem our ragged shirts;
But they mustn’t, can’t and shan’t be geographic.”
* blissful? angelic? something in there.
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