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Analysis of "Meditation XVII" by John Donne

Original poem reprinted online here:  "Meditation XVII" by John Donne Originally read: March 9, 2013 More information about the Poet:  John Donne So I just want to point out that I found this on Poem Hunter first.  Then after doing some research that Poem Hunter didn't post a poem but a prose piece -- a meditation of John Donne.  I'm not much of a John Donne scholar so please forgive me for not knowing (and those who might find this useful for you exam/question/essay, heed this as a big warning to go to the other sites that have better analysis). Then after doing some research about this meditation, then reading it -- there's a lot of consistency with "Holy Sonnet VII" and "No Man is an Island" (well duh the phrases are in here), but furthermore, this is shows a more linkable connection between both poems -- meaning, style, theme, etc. And of course the meditation is about death, the soul, and religion then.  I'm not going to go over the en...

Analysis of "No Man is an Island" by John Donne

Original poem reprinted online here: "No Man is an Island" by John Donne Originally read: February 21, 2013 More information about the Poet: John Donne I only remember parts of this poem -- the beginning and the end -- "No man is an island," (which was told to me when I wanted to go "solo" in group projects, or outings, or like) and "For whom the bell tolls, / It tolls for thee."  (which was told to me as a reference for Ernest Hemingway's, Whom the Bell Tolls) .   So I thought, how simple.  The poem is about no one is alone in life, and...we are close to death?  What?  Going in to decipher this poem, I tried to apply both aspects to each other.   For example, "No one is an individual, but part of a whole.  By choice of by force?).  As you can see here, I try to add a sinister undertone to the poem so I can justify the death line.  Or let's go in reverse. I note this for the last lines, "The crux of the poem is the last line. ...