Poetry Breakfast #16 – No Man Is An Island

No Egg Is A Breakfast
(I’m not yet done with John Donne)

No egg is a breakfast,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continental,
A part of the main course.
If hash browns be washed away by syrup,
breakfast is the less.
As well as if a sausage link were.
As well as if a rasher of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each piece of toast sustains me,
For I am involved in breakfast.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the egg’s scrambled,
It’s scrambled for thee.

No Man Is An Island
John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminshes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

Source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-man-is-an-island/