W&N Watercolour on
Bockingford 300gsm
What will the superwoman be, of
whom we sing -
She who is coming over the dim
border
Of Far To-morrow, after earth’s disorder
Is tidied up by Time? What will
she bring
To make life better on
tempestuous earth?
How will her worth
Be greater than her forbears?
What new power
Within her being will burst into
flower?
She will bring virtue; but it
will not be
The pale, white blossom of cold
chastity
Which hides a barren heart. She
will be human -
Not saint or angel, but the
superwoman -
Mother and mate and friend of
superman.
- Extract from "The
Superwoman" by Ella Wheeler Willcox
