by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
I’ve had this chiaroscuro nude by Erwin Blumenfeld since I wrote a couple of posts on him in 2011. On Dada Blumenfeld I explained he was a Dadaist collagist–turned-photographer and photo-montagist. He was also a highly sought-after fashion photographer. My previous post reminded me of his iconic 1950 Vogue cover which, in turn, reminded me of this photo.
NOTE: I paired nude with SOLITUDE because it seemed sort of photo-montagist to do so. I have no explanation why WordPress formatting is not working today.