Les fleurs de givre: à Rome, au Jardin Botanique, un matin d’hiver, alors que la température était descendue sous zéro, une plante dont j’ai oublié le nom, avait gelé et s’étaient formées des fleurs blanches, comme des fleurs de givre, si délicates qu’elles disparurent au premier soleil.
The ephemeral beauty of things.
Those fragile things that the eye grasps but for an instant
Those things that I shall see only once:
The butterfly,
The Flower
The Petals
The Toy forgotten on the sand…
Frost flowers: in Rome, in the Botanical Garden, one winter morning when the temperature had fallen below zero, a plant, whose name I do not remember, had frozen and had formed white flowers, like frost flowers, so delicate that they disappeared with the first rays of the sun.