No man is an island (from Meditation XVII)

By John Donne
Read by Obioma Ugoala

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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Directed by Matthew Thompson.

This poem is in the public domain.