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.


Sweet Annabelle said...

Beautiful photos and words!


Scott Wolford said...

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

Jaime said...

lovely poems. and pics.