若不是英美诗歌选读课这个静谧的午后，我可能会错过这部太文艺的影片。对，太文艺，丝毫不考虑迎合观众，只自顾自地呈现女导演所有想呈现的东西——英国乡间的林荫道和夏日的蝉鸣，小提琴伴奏和舞会，大段的诗歌引用，缓慢进程的爱与矛盾与逝去的悲剧，诗人济慈年轻的生命。
但是倘若全身心的沉浸在影片的意境中，用心去触摸，聆听，回味和感受，一定会是一次令人难忘的曼妙体验。
就好像卫报的影评人所说，“电影已经散场，但男女主人公之间所产生的化学气味却愈发浓郁芬芳，我们知道，那就是爱”。这种感受，一方面归功于全部演员精致深情的表演，更重要的，是导演Jane Campion所呈现出的那个静谧动人的世界，诙谐地剧本，迷人的摄影，诗意的风光，优美的配乐和音效……谱写了一曲悲伤的视觉长诗。似乎电影艺术的所有魅力都在这部影片中凝结。
本片的时间跨度，不过两三年的光景，但是这两个小时的观看过程，却显得十分漫长，而且你并不希望它就这样结束。
最爱的段落有很多，如下，应该是史上最全的总结了吧，强烈推荐原声大碟。
原声大碟里以一堂济慈的诗歌写作课作为开场。在《消极能力》（Negative Capability）里，窗外细雨绵绵，学生芳妮·布朗（Fanny Brawne）轻轻地喃喃自语道：“我还是不知道怎样作诗。”那个时代的富家小姐到一文不名的寒酸小诗人家求教，几乎形同“不耻下问”，济慈说：“诗歌就像在湖里游泳，目的并不是飞快地游到岸边，而是享受湖水的触摸，这是超脱于思想的感官旅行。”一瞬间，两人的对话被小提琴、中提琴、大提琴配合着古钢琴的零星琴声所淹没，让音乐来总结了对话。这段对话，这比喻实在精妙美好。
当Keats初搬来Fanny隔壁，还未告白时，两人隔门倾听彼此的呼吸声，那种暧昧时刻的朦胧之美真是令人屏息。
当Fanny与Keats心底都明了再无相见可能，彼此相互道别时，Fanny说：
Shall we awake and find all this is a dream?
夜莺颂
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 我的心在痛,困顿和麻木
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, 刺进了感官有如饮过毒鸩
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains 又像是刚把鸦片吞服
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 於是向列斯忘川下沉
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, 并不是我忌妒你的好运
But being too happy in thine happiness -- 而是你的快乐使我太欢欣--
That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees, 因为在林间嘹亮的天地里
In some melodious plot 你呵,轻翅的仙灵
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, 你躲进山毛榉的葱绿和荫影
Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 放开了歌喉,歌唱著夏季
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been 唉,要是有一口酒,那冷藏
Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, 在地下多年的清醇饮料
Tasting of Flora and the country green, 一尝就令人想起绿色之邦
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! 想起花神,恋歌,阳光和舞蹈
O for a beaker full of the warm South, 要是有一杯南国的温暖
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, 充满了鲜红的灵感之泉
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, 杯缘明灭著珍珠的泡沫
And purple-stained mouth, 给嘴唇染上紫斑
That I may drink, and leave the world unseen, 我要一饮而尽而悄然离开尘寰
And with thee fade away into the forest dim. 和你同幽暗的林间隐没
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget 远远地,远远隐没,让我忘掉
What thou amongst the leaves hast never known, 你在树叶间从不知道的一切
The weariness, the fever, and the fret 忘记这疲劳,热病,和焦躁
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; 这使人对坐而悲叹的世界
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs. 在这里,青春,苍白，瘦销
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; 而瘫痪有几根白发在摇摆
Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow 在这里,稍一思索就充满了
And leaden-eyed despairs; 忧伤和灰暗的绝望
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, 而美保持不住明眸的光彩
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 新生的爱情活不到明天就枯凋
Away! away! for I will fly to thee, 去吧!去吧!我要朝你飞去
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, 不用和酒神坐文豹的车驾
But on the viewless wings of Poesy, 我要展开诗歌底无形的羽翼
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. 尽管这头脑已经困顿,疲乏
Already with thee! tender is the night, 去了,我已经和你同往
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, 夜这般温柔,月后正登上宝座
Clustered around by all her starry Fays; 周围是侍卫她的一群星星
But here there is no light, 但这儿不甚明亮
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 除了有一线天光,被微风带过
Through verduous glooms and winding mossy ways. 葱绿的幽暗的曲径
I cannot se what flowers are at my feet, 我看不出是哪种花在脚旁
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, 什麼清香的花挂在树枝上
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet 在温馨的幽暗理,我只能猜想
Wherewith the seasonable month endows 这时令该把哪种芬芳
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild -- 赋予这果树,林莽和草丛
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; 这白枳花,和田野的玫瑰
Fast fading violets covered up in leaves; 这绿叶堆中易凋谢的紫罗兰
And mid-May's eldest child, 还有五月中旬的娇宠
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 这缀满了露酒的麝香蔷薇
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 它成了夏夜蚊蚋嗡营的港湾
Darkling I listen; and for many a time 我在黑暗中里倾听,多少次
I have been half in love with easeful Death, 我几乎爱上了静谧的死亡
Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, 我在诗思里用尽了我言辞
To take into the air my quiet breath; 求他把我的一息散入空茫
Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 而现在,死更是多麼的富丽
To cease upon the midnight with no pain, 在午夜里溘然魂离人间
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad 当你正倾泻你的心怀
In such an ecstasy! 发出这般的狂喜
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -- 你仍将歌唱,但我却不再听
?To thy high requiem become a sod. 你的莽歌只能唱给泥草一块
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! 永生的鸟,你不会死去
No hungry generations tread thee down; 饿的世代无法将你蹂躏
The voice I hear this passing night eas heard 今夜,我偶然听到的歌曲
In ancient days by emperor and clown: 当使古代的帝王和村夫喜悦
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 或许这同样的歌也曾激荡
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 露丝忧郁的心,使她不禁落泪
She stood in tears amid the alien corn; 站在异邦的谷田里想著家
The same that oft-times hath 就是这声音常常
Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam 在失掉了的仙域里引动窗扉
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 一个美女望著大海险恶的浪花
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell 失掉了,这句话好比一声钟
To toll me back from thee to my sole self! 使我猛省到我站脚的地方
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 别了!幻想,这骗人的妖童
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. 不能老耍弄它盛传的伎俩
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 别了!别了!你怨诉的歌声
Past the near meadows, over the still stream, 流过草坪,越过幽静的溪水
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep 溜上山坡,而此时它正深深
In the next valley-glades: 埋在附近的溪谷中
Was is a vision, or a waking dream? 这是个幻觉,还是梦寐
Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep? 那歌声去了-我是睡?是醒?
Bright Star
by John Keats
Bright star, would I were steadfast 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 steadfast, 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.
明亮的星
约翰·济慈
明亮的星，但愿我能如你坚定---
但并非孤独地在夜空闪烁高悬，
睁着一双永不合拢的眼睛，
犹如苦修的隐士彻夜无眠，
凝视海水冲洗尘世的崖岸，
好似牧师行施净体的沐浴，
或正俯瞰下界的荒原与群山
被遮盖在轻轻飘落的雪罩里---
并非这样---却永远坚定如故，
枕卧在我美丽的爱人的胸膛，
永远能感到它的轻轻的起伏，
永远清醒，在甜蜜的不安中，
永远、永远听着她轻柔的呼吸，
永远这样生活---或昏厥而死去。
The Letters
Keats: My dearest lady, I am now at a very pleasant cottage window looking onto a beautiful hilly country, with a view of the sea. The morning is very fine. I did not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me. Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. For myself, I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form. I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days.Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contained. Will you confess this in a letter? You must write immediately and do all you can to console me in it, make it rich as a draft of poppies to intoxicate me, write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been.
Fanny: My dear Mr.Keats, thank you for your letter. Lately I have felt so nervous and ill that I had to stay five days in bed. Having received your letter, I am up again, walking our paths on the heath. I've begun a butterfly farm in my bedroom in honor of us. Sammy and Toots are catching them for me. Samuel has made a science of it and is collecting both caterpillars and chrysalises so we may have them fluttering about us a week or more.
Keats: I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. I never knew before what such a love as you have made me feel was. I did not believe in it. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, it will not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with pleasures.
HD
