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No Man Is An Island
(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

No Man Is An Island

Poem 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 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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Comments (130)

I can find no comment to add to the death of George Flloyd.at this time of crisis.
It makes one want to stop googling and tweeting and blogging and going to MyCrap, and reconsider that faces are more important- in the long measure- than the consumerist fantasy we live.
Can't get this out of my head as I reflect on the first day of our being out of EU, Feb 1, he knew what he was about!
This is not a poem so far as I know. It's from a sermon. Who did the line breaks?
No man is truly an Island.