Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Tuesday Poem: "Meditation XVII -- (Excerpt)" by John Donne


No man is an island entire of itself; every man 
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

by John Donne



For more on poet, John Donne, see:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Donne

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