The bland and insipid love between a poet and a wealthy daughter, the gentle and slow language of the camera, almost made me want to delete it. However, with the habit of watching movies that never give up halfway, I still insist on the second half.
I forgot it was directed by Jane Compion, and when I saw the ending, I burst into tears. When Fanny heard the news of Keats' death in a foreign country, she sat on the ground, heartbroken and unable to breathe. The British-style restrained tension and heart-breaking scenes are also vividly performed, still forbearance and elegance.
But I was already broken in front of the screen.
When the film was three-quarters into the film, it was deeply shocked, which was a long-lost and familiar feeling. Fanny and Keats's speechless desires were still to end, and after nearly two hours of accumulation, they finally had a vivid emotional catharsis at the moment of separation. Because of poverty, because of lung disease, because of winter, because of the help of friends, Keats must go to Italy alone, he must write poetry, although his poetry is not asked, he must set off alone, because he is not free to come and go because he is favored, he He must also say goodbye to his favorite Fanny, because he can't afford to marry her, even though Fanny doesn't care, even though the two young hearts are deeply in love.
But what are those for? Keats died, alone in Naples, and the epitaph reads: Here lies a man whose name is written on water - he is recognized as one of the fathers of the British Romantic genre , as famous as Shelley and Byron; his poems are also sung by people in this world without him, "Nightingale", "Autumn Ode"...
But Fanny Brawne will only remember this Bright Star, because only she knows that this poem was written for her by her lover coughing in her arms, and this is the only one, the most beautiful and bright love poem he wrote to her. .
Bright Star
----by 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 in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever---or else swoon to death.
"Splendid Star"
Brilliant Star! I pray to be as steadfast as you -
but I do not want to hang high in the night sky, alone
, and keep my eyes open forever,
like the patient, sleepless hermit of nature,
constantly looking at the surging sea, the priest of the earth,
washed with holy water The shore where man dwells,
or stares at the fluttering snow, like a veil,
bright and light, covered with depressions and mountains--
oh, no,--I only wish to rest my head firmly on my
lover's softness . On her chest,
she always felt it descending and rising soothingly;
and when she woke up, her heart was filled with sweet excitement,
constantly listening to her delicate breathing,
and living like this—or dying in a coma.
(Translated by Mr. Zha Liangzheng)
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