Today’s the birthday of George Sand.
Despite the name, she was no man.*
A novelist in much demand,
Especially by Frederic Chopin.
*TO GEORGE SAND.
True genius, but true woman! dost deny
The woman’s nature with a manly scorn,
And break away the gauds and armlets worn
By weaker women in captivity?
Ah, vain denial! that revolted cry
Is sobbed in by a woman’s voice forlorn,-
Thy woman’s hair, my sister, all unshorn
Floats back disheveled strength in agony,
Disproving thy man’s name: and while before
The world thou burnest in a poet-fire,
We see thy woman-heart beat evermore
Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher,
Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore
Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire. [Elizabeth Barrett Browning]