The Slipped Disc daily comfort zone (225): Not an island
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PS disclaimer – just my opinion, of course 😉
The Victoria Chorale was beautiful thanks.
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 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.
John Donne
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions and Several Steps in my Sickness
Meditation XVII, 1624
Just a tiny, very belated, quibble – it is prose, not free verse. And very fine prose, from the meditation in the seventeenth of Donne’s ‘Devotions upon emergent Occasions’, reflections on his own near-fatal sickness, published in 1624. Worth reading in full, not just this one famous extract. Imagine if Beethoven’s Ninth was known only for the Ode to Joy! The text can be downloaded from Project Gutenberg.
Doc Martin and his fellowIirish harpist Garecn de Brun both have shown that Donne’s magnificent lines cannot be quoted too often, as Hemingway surely would agree. I hope they are known to our new Irish-American president-elect.