Bright Star

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.
John Keats


Bright Star is by far one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen.


I loved it so much, I saw it twice.


And I'm seriously tempted to see it again. The sets, the actors, the English countryside, the way the poetry is woven in so naturally... it all made me swoon.


One of the many things I loved about it was spying all the Sophie Digard creations the Brawne sisters wear.

And you mustn't miss this lovely website featuring Jane Campion's production scrapbook.