Friday, December 06, 2013

Poetry Thursday, John Donne Style - one day late... oops


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. 

From Meditation XVII from Devotions upon Emergent Occasions


Remembering my cousin -- happy 44th, Michelle... miss you.

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