(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

No Man Is An Island

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.

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No man is truly an Island.
Hmmm I am proud to be an African...
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I can lose myself in the deep thoughts that this poem provokes. Beautiful poetry.
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