I saw 'Bright Star' last night, Jane Campions latest movie about the romantic and tragic love story between John Keats and Fanny Brawne.
I am a romantic and the movie translated beautifully the feelings and emotions this young and mostly unhappy couple went through. Their joys and hopes, sorrows and pain.
I am not sure if the chaste ways of their 'affair' holds true to history, but I liked Campion's interpretation, her attachment to her characters and the clarity of her pictures.
The movie was filmed with great attention to details; dresses, interiors, landscapes and light are exquisite.
I was moved and inspired.
Here is one of his most beautifully written verse on beauty, which I love.
From Keats's Endymion:
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
My own version of a thing of beauty....
Where do you find your thing of beauty? Do you read poetry?
Pictures via movie stills and photobucket.com and my own.