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This is John Donne (1572-1631). He also wrote erotic poems (yes!) but more of it later. He was born in a big island, Great Britain.
"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."
I just stubled across a favorite phrase of mine today while cleaning of my desk: We live in a world of Transformation, not loss or gain. It made me think of this island and this particular phrase: 'any man's death diminishes me'. It crossed my mind that death is diminishing and not transformative. However, as the poem states: 'Every man is a piece of the continent', therefore ones death means anothers life or at the least a change in dynamic, being in itself indicative of transformation. Quite a paradox indeed. Any thoughts on this paradoxical contradiction??
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This is John Donne (1572-1631). He also wrote erotic poems (yes!) but more of it later.
I just stubled across a favorite phrase of mine today while cleaning of my desk: We live in a world of Transformation, not loss or gain. It made me think of this island and this particular phrase: 'any man's death diminishes me'. It crossed my mind that death is diminishing and not transformative. However, as the poem states: 'Every man is a piece of the continent', therefore ones death means anothers life or at the least a change in dynamic, being in itself indicative of transformation. Quite a paradox indeed. Any thoughts on this paradoxical contradiction??
ReplyDeletecorrections for typos:
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*of-off
Is this blog only for American or English people living in Lisbon?
ReplyDeleteI'm a fan of poetry myself but my favourite is in Portuguese.
Vanessa