More Bright Star

When I watched Bright Star last week, I "grabbed" some shots. I really love movies that are visually inspiring. I loved Fanny Brawne's (Abbie Cornish's) clothes. I also loved the furniture and architectural details. I would love to have this bedroom (in the first shot) - the curtains, the chair, the mirror...

Thursday Text: Bright Star

I recently watched Bright Star again. I really, really love it. (Even though it is heartbreaking.) So today's text is John Keats' poem from which the title was taken.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as though 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.

Thursday Text: John Keats

I went to see the movie Bright Star on Friday. It reminded me of how much of Keats' poetry I really love. I need to dig out my British literature anthology for a refresher. Here's a bit from 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.

(And, yes, I absolutely loved the movie. Of course I loved the poetry and the fact that it was in England, and I loved Fanny Brawne's fashion. The whole thing was beautiful and heartbreaking.)