Write an essay, approximately 500-600 words, in
which you respond to these queries. In this instance, I mean that you can structure your body paragraphs as each one
responding to a different query.
your introduction, consider how this drama demonstrates reading as a creative
act. How does Vivian’s story illustrate the different ways literature can play
a role in people's lives? WRITE A THESIS THAT SUMMARIZES YOUR VIEW.
Use quotes from John Donne and the film in your
What does the poetry of John Donne mean to Vivian Bearing?—
How does it connect to her reading as a child?
How does it define her personality as an adult?
What does it mean to her after her diagnosis and her struggle
Can you connect her love of Donne with the last piece her
advisor reads her? (The difference is obvious. What's the connection?)
Conclusion: Describe a work of art (literary, visual, et al)
that "helps" you in some way.
NOTE: Vivian quotes "Death, be not proud" and “Valediction:
Forbidding Mourning,” which are in our textbook, and two other of Donne's Holy
Sonnets, Sonnet 6, and Sonnet 9, which are not in our textbook. See below.
Here's Sonnet 6:
This is my play's
last scene; here heavens appoint
last mile; and my race,
Idly, yet quickly
run, hath this last pace,
My span's last
inch, my minute's latest point;
death will instantly unjoint
My body and my
soul, and I shall sleep a space;
part shall see that face
Whose fear already
shakes my every joint.
Then, as my soul
to'heaven, her first seat, takes flight,
And earth-born body
in the earth shall dwell,
So fall my sins,
that all may have their right,
To where they'are
bred, and would press me, to hell.
righteous, thus purg'd of evil,
For thus I leave
the world, the flesh, the devil.
Here’s Sonnet 9:
If poysonous mineralls, and if that tree,
Whose fruit threw death on else immortall us,
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious
Cannot be damn’d; Alas, why should I be?
Why should intent or reason, borne in me,
Make sinnes, else equall, in mee more heinous?
And mercy being easie, and glorious
To God; in his sterne wrath, why threatens hee?
But who am I, that dare dispute with thee
O God? Oh! of thine onely worthy blood,
And my tears, make a heavenly Lethean flood,
And drowne in it my sinnes blacke memorie;
That thou remember them, some claime as debt,
I thinke it mercy, if thou wilt forget.