Wednesday, March 27, 2013

John Donne

Meditation XVII

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

3 comments:

Sweet Annabelle said...

Beautiful photos and words!

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Scott Wolford said...

John Donne is my favorite poet. Thanks for posting these :)

Jaime said...

lovely poems. and pics.