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16 February 2005

For Whom the Bell Tolls
John Donne (1624)

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
Posted by Monsieur H. Attaque at 17:07

1 comment:

Monsieur H. Attaque said...

Two Words, my friend:

Verdun Dragons

16/2/05 19:35

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