Earlier today, Christine shared John Donne’s poem we know as No Man Is an Island. In a fit of inspiration that had been slipping away in face of the practicality of managing life during these most unusual days… I offered this in comments and what had started as a random one line thought became, well, a full blown response poem. Now… wash your hands and stay away from me… LOL. Just kidding, social distancing not required at the Cafe. But do wash your hands before you scroll around.
“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 …
Today, Christine shares at the Go Dog Go Cafe John Donne’s No Man is an Island, her choice of classic poem to inspire us in this crazy, unusual times. In a fit of inspiration looking out the window on a rainy day taking a pause from reading a biography of my beloved Ranier Maria Rilke, I wrote in response the following:
Oh… fly me to this island and drop me.
Home will I find there, if but a swim
Must be taken by those who long to hear
What words my heart has concocted from
The cool breezes and slowly lifted fogs
And snowed tops of mountains…
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