Light in Dark Times: Meditation 17 – 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 any manner of thy friends 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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2 thoughts on “Light in Dark Times: Meditation 17 – John Donne

  1. 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 that call
    Out to me in their settling. Soon they will
    Warm and melt and flood inside my lake
    That enraptures my temple on this island
    Where I beseech the, so swim to me
    Please do, when confident in your strokes
    Enough that I will meet you half way to help
    Finish the journey. No man is an island
    Though on them we are born eager to be found.

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  2. Pingback: Light in Dark Times: Meditation 17 – John Donne and a response “Though on them born eager to be found” by Stephen Fuller | Fullbeard Lit

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