Derek Walcott and John Donne


John Donne's Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions


The First Edition of Donne's Sermons


MEDITATION XVII
NUNC LENTO SONITU DICUNT, MORIERIS.
"Now this bell tolling softly for another,
says to me, Thou must die."


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.


This is the poem to which Walcott alludes in his "Ruins of a Great House"




















Donne used to sleep in a coffin every night, wrapped in a death shroud,
in order to keep at the forefront of his mind his own mortality.