I’m watching the movie “Bright Star”, which showcases John Keats the poet and his love with Fanny. It’s a romantic film, very poetic. I think it’s filmed beautifully, like portraits in each take. It’s a melancholy movie, but isn’t love melancholy when you can barely be together, can’t be together?
But there is a scene where he writes her a letter….
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
— John Keats (Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne)