Lost (and found) in the lab
A book of poems about notable, though often neglected, women in science
By Jamie Siebrase | May 15, 2025
I feel a little bad admitting this, but I laughed out loud while reading the opening stanzas of a persona poem about American botanist Jane Colden: “I married late. / Before walking down the aisle / at the advanced age of thirty-five…”
If you’re looking for poetry that’s profound but also accessible, Jessy Randall’s latest collection, The Path of Most Resistance: Poems on Women in Science, offers, in chronological order, 42 pithy profiles of important women in STEM (i.e. science, technology, engineering and mathematics).
The collection is the second in a series by Randall, an archival librarian at The Colorado College and an accomplished poet with nine published volumes. The first in this series, Mathematics for Ladies, was published in 2022.
As often as they make you laugh, Randall’s words in The Path of Most Resistance will have you searching for a pillow to scream into. The first line of the first poem sets the stage: “All that’s left of me is my name,” says Tapputi-Belatekallim, circa 1200 BCE, one of the world’s first recorded chemists.
Too many brilliant women have been tossed from recollection like crumpled-up tissues. Or as English botanist Anna Atkins puts it, “and my book hides my name. / Anna becomes, on the page, / anonymous.”
Randall’s free verses land like water molecules on the skin—light and chill-inducing. The tension between the book’s content and the poet’s beautiful delivery seems to somehow parallel a deeper strain many of the narrators grapple with when recounting their life stories. The vast majority of Randall’s poems are written in first person, though there are a few abrupt exceptions, including an account of mathematician Dorothy Bernstein.
With Margaret Kivelson and Ellen Amanda Hayes, you get the sense that the scientists might actually be talking about themselves in the third person. Generally speaking, though, the “I” tells her story, a tactic that feels brave given the number of biographies in the collection. Individual struggles easily evoke universal themes, and Randall manages to differentiate her narratives enough to placate a picky reader.
Still, all the women are connected in a central way, by the voice of the poet and, in some cases, by their shared experience of going largely unrecognized.
You’ll recognize some names. Hello, former NASA astronaut Mae Jemison, who “had eight weightless days / and so much to prove,” and beloved environmentalist Rachel Carson, wondering in her monostich, “Why isn’t there a movie about me?” Most of the women I’d never heard of, like the 20th-century neurobiologist who “studied nerves to avoid nervousness.” I was eager to learn more.
Last year I took an adjunct position teaching writing to undergraduate students at Colorado School of Mines, a public research university in Golden focused on science and engineering. The gender distribution at Mines (67.9 percent male; 32.1 percent female) roughly mirrors national career trends. According to Clara Piloto, senior director of global programs at MIT Professional Education, women comprise about 28 percent of the nation’s STEM workforce…
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