Bright Star
It's mine.
-Get down.
-You're not allowed!
-Good day, Mr. Phipps.
-You're not allowed!
Get down.
You'll have no supper if you keep that up.
-Hello, Joy.
-Hello.
-Is all well?
-Very good. Thank you.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Good morning, Joy.
-Hello.
-Sorry.
-Welcome.
Where is Mr. Keats?
I'm afraid he is not joining us.
He's in Mr. Brown's half of the house.
Hello.
Hello.
The very well stitched Little Miss Brawne
in all her detail.
Good morning.
What is this? What have I done?
How have I offended?
I don't shake hands with the enemy.
An enemy? What have I done to you?
You do nothing to me or for me,
and that's how I'd prefer to keep it.
What?
Your offense is to my fashion, Mr. Brown.
Oh, dear.
To which I'm ''so helplessly slavish.''
I have been ill-quoted.
''Her obsession
with flounce and cross-stitch''?
Cross-stitch? Miss Brawne,
-I don't even know what that means.
-For goodness' sake. Baiting, baiting.
I feel the same about your poems,
Mr. Brown.
I know nothing of what they mean.
They puff smoke, dissolve,
leaving nothing but irritation.
Fanny, take this tea to Mr. Keats.
He is in very poor spirits.
Mr. Keats is composing
and does not want disturbing.
It's my finding in the business of disturbing,
you're the expert.
Fanny, why not speak to one of us
you hold in higher favor?
I'm praising him!
-Fanny.
-Please, Fanny.
I'm wanting to know what you shall say
about Mr. Keats.
I've been waiting two weeks
that I may enjoy your opinion.
I cannot look upon him without smiling.
And he is quick with his thoughts,
though now they are mostly sad.
His brother Tom's not at all better.
Very diminished.
Mr. Keats nurses him alone.
It's difficult work.
Mr. Keats nurses him alone.
It's difficult work.
-Is there no other family member?
-No. The parents are both dead.
There is only a much younger sister
and a brother who lives in America.
Come in.
You like jokes, Mr. Keats?
I like jokes.
Mr. Brown, I warn you,
does not like my jokes.
He complains I care for nothing but fashion.
Would you like biscuits?
You've come to spy.
Spy?
How will you describe me? My character?
I am not the least interested
in your character.
My jacket, then? Or my pantaloons?
You need a new jacket,
that's what I would say.
Is that all?
It should be of velvet, blue velvet.
Tell me, Miss Brawne,
how can you be so sure?
Well, all I wear,
I've sewn and designed myself.
I'm often told
I am clever to exception about design.
I originated the pleats on my dress,
which are charming...
Has she annoyed you sufficiently?
She has done brilliant well with me.
Men's room, out.
Poets got to do a bit of writing.
My stitching has more merit and admirers
than your two scribblings put together.
Goodbye, minxstress.
And I can make money from it.
Yes?
Have you got John Keats' poem book...
-Endymion?
-Endymion, yes.
Yes, I've not heard much good about it.
I've not sold one and took 20.
My sister has met the author,
and she wants to read it for herself
to see if he is an idiot or not.
Unwrap it.
Read it.
''A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases. It will never
''Pass into nothingness, but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
''Full of sweet dreams, and health
and quiet breathing''
-Stop.
-''Therefore, on...''
''Yes, in spite of all
''Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits''
I'd love to speak with Mr. Keats.
''A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases. It will never
''Pass into nothingness''
You've read Endymion.
-But you hated it?
-I can't say.
Are you frightened to speak truthfully?
-Never.
-Well, tell me then.
No. I'm not clever with poetry.
Well, neither, it seems, am I.
-Still I have some hope for myself.
-I think hope useful.
-But...
-Hope and results are different.
One doesn't necessarily create the other.
Would practice help?
It might.
I wasn't always able to stitch so well.
This is the first frock
in all of Woolwich or Hampstead
to have a triple-pleated mushroom collar.
Isn't that an identical one behind you?
My card's completely full.
But you don't dance, Mr. Keats.
I love to dance.
I don't feel like dancing.
Is your brother still ill?
He's no better.
My father was ill
for as long as I can remember.
He died when I was still very young.
Excuse me.
Miss Brawne, may I?
Mama!
Fanny has cut my ribbon,
and she never asked.
What are you doing, Fanny?
Trying to bring some comfort
to a dying man.
What dying man?
Where are you taking them?
I cannot offer poor Mr. Keats' brother
anything that's not perfect.
It's me. Miss Brawne.
I have something to deliver to Mr. Keats.
Leave it at the door.
-Is he not there?
-We're working, Miss Brawne.
I have something for your brother, Mr. Keats.
Invite her in. Brown!
You disgusting ape.
Be careful as you enter the ape's cage.
Sit next to me, Miss Brawne.
My prospects in the world feel very faint.
This room is so poorly cared for.
Please try one.
I'm anxious they'll cause him to choke.
No! Try another and I swear I shall bite you.
Take care. She has sharp teeth.
She has sunk her fangs into my poor poem
and shook it apart.
I am very sorry I couldn't love
your Endymion completely, Mr. Keats.
Perhaps I did not say,
but I thought the beginning of your poem
something very perfect.
But don't leave us. You can see for yourself,
nothing is happening.
All we do is lie about the room all day,
begging for inspiration.
Please, tell me what I should do.
Miss Brawne,
we monkeys just want a little company.
Well, I gave him the biscuits.
Mr. Brown kept...
If we've finished tiffing,
come and say hello to Tom.
It might cheer him.
We'll have to ask Mama.
-No, we don't, Toots.
-Yes, we do.
Isn't that so, Samuel?
We have to stick together.
I'm going. You'll have to come with me.
Would you like to go by the pond
or through the woods?
I've explored all these paths, which are more
in number than your eyelashes.
My eyelashes?
You know, it amazes me
you can sit opposite Mr. Brown all day.
I've never heard him say one thing of wit.
Not one.
-You favor wit?
-I rate it the highest.
-You like the fashionables?
-Yes, I do.
Men who say things that make you start
without making you feel?
Things that are amusing.
I know these dandies.
They have a mannerism in their very eating
and drinking, their handling of a decanter.
You are making an attack on me?
No, I am defending
Mr. Brown's generous, good heart.
By attacking myself.
Forgive me.
I've been too long at my brother's sickbed.
Can we not still appreciate clever humor?
Thank God! He's been calling out for you.
Come in.
John.
-I didn't... I didn't...
-Tom.
-What?
-Tom, get back into bed.
-I don't know. I was having this dream.
-It's all right. I'm here now.
-I'm here.
-Where have you been, John?
-I just... I was worried.
-Calm now. Calm.
It's all right. I'm here.
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