this movie was poetry

I have never seen a film that was sheer poetry.
Of course it was only appropriate that this one was about Keats,
My favorite romantic poet.

If you are looking for a thriller - this is not for you.
But if you are looking for the most wonderful
Juxtaposition of images, words and emotion -
I have never seen a film quite like this.
It was like synaesthesia.

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

Thanks Kev-friend.
Best date of my life.