Wednesday, December 4, 2013

john donne on men and islands (or something like that)

pont du hoc, france- summer 2013

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 if a manor of thy friend's

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. 

-John Donne

I know, I KNOW, that I shared a line of this in a recent post, but it truly is one of my favorite groups of words out there. It speaks to me. And I realized that I have not shared it on here yet; so here ya go, pals.

all my love,

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