Cinema

Bright Star. Eine Liebesgeschichte zwischen Fanny Brawn und John Keats. Bilder. Träume. Schwebende Worte und flatternde Schmetterlinge. Ein Film so schön wie mysteriös... weil mir die beiden Liebenden fremnd blieben. Weil für mich Liebe bedeutet, ein Leben zu LEBEN und nicht jahrelang trauernd über Hügel zu wandern.


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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



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