Simple and elegant. Precious to observe. When the romance flitters about it is a surreal scene of charming little mere moments. A wisp, the infallible imperfect passionate swoon enveloped in an overwhelming irresistible desire. Still and softened in the breeze of spring. Crushing love is so deep you can not breath.
On this wonderful, beloved Valentine's day, Bright Star could not have been more of a delightful screening. Touching on the later end of John Keats poetic life, this movie is beautifully elegant. Exquisitely cast, Abby Cornish and Ben Whishaw project sheer radiance on screen. Each enhanced sense reminds you of a love affair and the ever tender moments of romance which are nothing more than precious simplicity. There was one long winded developing scene which was worth the wait to feel the explicit romanticism of love's eternal grasp.
Keats' works are portrayed as basically being average in his life which never brought him fortune. Being a writer often brings a sense of daring loneliness. After all, how can a great writer be able to fully express without ever experiencing the entire spectrum of frail human emotion? This movie is one of the best kind, exuding the quixotic portion of sharing experiences of simple moments in love.
Abby Cornish - Fanny Brawne
Ben Whishaw - John Keats
Movie Rating - 8.9
Bright Star - John Keats
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 mask
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 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.
Inspired by Keats
Moments Of Simplicity - Thims
Simplicity, a blink of an eye
A lash falling graceful upon the floor
A wisp kisses wine stained lips
illuminating a pristine core.
Soft spring breeze lift a curtain dancing
roughly jest and twirl to captivate
ambient inciteful sense reveals
swollen vigor does intoxicate
The meadow streaking color
vibrant tones of just repose
Drink the soften sunlight drops
and swallow every dose
of broken sorrow
a tattered ribbon bow once tore
kindled tender heart is swelling
desire tarnished evermore...