Day 42 - For Whom The Bell Tolls (John Donne)

Not technically a poem, but I love this. My mum has a framed poster of it in her toilet so I've been able to recite it from a very young age.

For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne

No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; 

every man is a peece 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 Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; 

any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; 

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...