a thing of beauty is a joy forever

by pieces of moments

I don’t know if it’s possible to stress the point enough of how excited I am about the movie Bright Star coming this fall. When I saw the preview in the theater today, my jaw literally dropped. First, I am excited because Jane Campion is one of my very, very, favorite directors. Her films are composed of a unique counterpoint between fluid, lyrical, narratives and luculent flourishes of the most intimate details. Second, I am excited because I love Keats and the story of his letters to and from Fanny Brawne.


{source: http://englishhistory.net/keats/manuscripts.html}

The sonnet below, from which the movie derives its name, was for Fanny.

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 priestlike 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.


Maybe people will run out of the theaters to their local independent booksellers and sales of Keats will skyrocket!
Hey, one can hope.