bright

Milo 2022-04-21 09:03:34

This movie is a biopic of John Keats, the beauty is heartbreaking? Bright Star by John KeatsBright star, would I were steadfast as thou art---Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd Watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient , sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth's human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen maskOf 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. Bright star John Keats bright star, may I be as steadfast as you - but not alone in the night sky twinkling high, with eyes that never close, like an ascetic hermit awake all night staring at the sea Washing down the shores of earthly cliffs, like a priest taking a purifying bath, or overlooking the moors and mountains of the lower world, covered in a softly falling snow cover—not so—but always firm, resting on the pillow. My beautiful lover's chest, ever to feel its gentle rise and fall, ever awake, in sweet restlessness, ever, ever listening to her soft breathing, ever living like this - or fainting and dying.

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  • Kaylah 2022-03-26 09:01:13

    The subject matter...the point of view...so I like the female director's drama!

  • Constantin 2022-03-26 09:01:13

    Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art...And so live ever — or else swoon to death. --John Keats The last part is heartbreaking.

Bright Star quotes

  • [first lines between major players]

    [general chatter]

    Mrs. Brawne: Hello, Joy.

    Dilke Maid: Hello.

    Mrs. Brawne: Is all well?

    Dilke Maid: Very good, thank you.

  • [last lines before credits]

    Fanny Brawne: [speaking Keat's poem Bright Star] Bright star, would I were stedfast 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 priestlike task / Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, / Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque / Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - / No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable / Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, / To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, / Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, / Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, / And so live ever - or else swoon to death.