The instructions:
For paper two, choose a poem we have read this quarter that has the same or similar theme as the story your first paper was based on. Also, choose another piece of fiction (this can be any media [story, novel, poem, movie, television, you tube video etc.] and does not have to be from the class) with the same or similar theme as the story your first paper was based on.
You are going to write about the poem and other piece of fiction, explaining why those two pieces of writing do a good job representing that theme. Add this new writing to your first paper's body. Expand the introduction, thesis, and conclusion (and maybe title) of your first paper to incorporate your new discussion and resubmit the paper with all the new stuff. I'm wanting around 2 pages of new content to go with the 3 pages of old content, for 5-6 pages' total.
Sonnets from the Portuguese
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man's love!-more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,-
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
The poem:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.