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The love of Keats and Fanny
Arden 2022-04-23 07:04:50
In the quiet night, in the beautiful countryside, Keats and Fanny, who are actually two completely different worlds, are inexplicably attracted to each other and become deeper and deeper. Like those romantic love poems, so penetrating the soul. Peace of mind at this time. Here, I don't feel alone anymore. Because of your beautiful and hard love to accompany me through one of these many ordinary nights. is enough. The moment I learned that you were gone, my sadness spread uncontrollably. She said: "Mum, I can't breathe. When you were so sad that you couldn't breathe, there was one, and you interpreted it so real. I don't think Keats will regret it, because he once had your love, and was immersed in the love that made him haunt him. . . He will be waiting for you in heaven. God bless you.
Extended Reading
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Jackie 2022-03-19 09:01:10
"Three summers with you are better than fifty lonely springs and autumns" "Will we wake up and find it's just a dream?" Ben Whishaw's weak literary atmosphere is very suitable for Keats. It's such a beautiful and beautiful literary film that I don't want to wake up. (Thomas has also been a handsome guy since he was a child~)
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Sammy 2022-03-26 09:01:13
Can't read foreign poetry
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[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.
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[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.