We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions of the skies,
Are crossed by pathways that appear
As we to higher levels rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
(from The Ladder of St. Augustine)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882), American poet and educator.
Etching: Jane Dickson
(American b. 1952)
dievca won an auction and became the lucky owner of Jane Dickson’s Stairwell.
What she sees in it is perseverance.
Art speaks in different ways – another person recommended the song “Following” by ChungKing to be played while viewing the etching for a different perspective.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow