The Bell's Continent

A poem by John Donne

Art: The Continent of Mankind by Mira Solis

Music: Contemplative Bells by Elias Pond

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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