every man is a piece of the Continent;
a part of the maine;
if a Clod bee washed away by the sea,
Europe is the lesse,
as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if
a Manner of thy friends or of thine owne were;
any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde:
And therefore
never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
John Donne
1572-1631
Photo: Church tower bell at Rye, England
Always loved this poem!
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