Mary Shelley Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2017
- 120 min
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for an occasion.
[giggles]
[wind rustling]
[Coleridge, reciting] I looked upon
the rotting sea And drew my eyes away
I looked upon the rotting deck
And there the dead men lay
I looked to Heaven
and tried to pray
But before a prayer had gushed
[Baxter] Come in. Come in.
You must be freezing.
If I could just give you
a couple of my essays.
[Servant woman
speaks indistinctly]
My contribution to this
evening's entertainment.
- [Baxter] How are you?
- [Shelley] Good. How's the party?
Isabel... who is that?
Oh, that's Shelley.
Beautiful, isn't he?
He's a radical poet.
He thinks poetry
should reform society,
and so he's often in trouble.
[Mary]
Sounds like quite a catch.
Come, let me introduce you
to some friends.
[Baxter] There is someone
I would like you to meet.
Good luck.
Percy, may I present Mary.
Mary-
[Coleridge]
Baxter! Come and join us!
Oh, it's Coleridge.
Mary, could you put
these nameplates out, please?
[party chatter]
Let me get those for you.
[giggles]
I am
Mary Wollstonecraft-Godwin.
Of course.
Baxter mentioned you'd
I am a great admirer
of both your parents' work.
[Mary] I hope I can entrust you
to this task, Mr. Shelley.
Or will you try to incite me
to revolution?
[Shelley]
My reputation precedes me.
Won't you welcome a change
from the deafening quiet?
[Mary]
I've grown accustomed to it.
time in my father's bookshop.
as dramatic as you may think.
Baxter does his best
for these gatherings.
Any lover of poetry will surely
find a great thrill in the work
So surely
you are a writer yourself?
Not really.
Nothing substantial.
I hope to, someday.
And what, may I ask,
would you constitute
as "substantial" in your eyes?
Anything that curdles the blood
and quickens the beatings
of the heart.
[Baxter]
Ah, perfect!
Now may I
steal Mr. Shelley away?
We would love a poem, sir.
Certainly, sir.
Without an audience, ideas
remain mere words on a page.
[Servant woman]
Mr. Shelley, your essay.
Oh, I have no need for those.
Thank you.
of new found inspiration.
[guests chattering]
Oh, not the visioned poet
in his dreams
through the wildered brain
wild and grand
Astonishes
Enraptures
Elevates
So bright...
...so fair, so wild a shape
Hath ever yet beheld
As that which reined
the coursers of the air
And poured the magic
of her gaze
Upon the maiden's sleep
[guests chatter]
[Coleridge, reciting]
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