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Bright Star


i just watched the movie "Bright Star" about the poet John Keats. It was amazing. an excellent love story and so very poetic.. sigh* He truly was an extraordinary writer. Though I am a little unussual when it comes to movies. I for some reason tend to like what everyone else doesnt.


p.s. there is a book.. its probable more than worth the read.
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft this 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 new-soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No-- yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
pillow'd upon my fair loves ripened breast,
To fill forever 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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