Did you know John Keats died at age 25? Tragic, I say! No wonder Fanny spent several years roaming through the woods at night, after his death in a black frock. I love everything about this movie- the costumes, scenery, & acting are beautifully done... and the poetry readings, exquisite! The best thing about this movie.. it's very clean and a true romance. It's absolutely beautiful. Go see Bright Star. (Ops, was I not suppose to tell you he dies?) Go see it anyway.
http://www.brightstar-movie.com/




LAST SONNET
by: John Keats (1795-1821)
BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
2 comments:
:::sigh::: can't wait to see it!!
I'm sighing too. Never heard of this film. Thanks for the heads up.
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