In this poem, Frenau thinks about a flower, and how delightful the bloom is. He enjoys thinking of its beauty and charm. However, he is also unable to fully enjoy this happiness. The delight of the poet is tinged with some sorrow. This sadness comes from the realization that the bloom will not last very long, but will instead decay and disappear. He calls this "the frail duration of flower."
My favorite food is Chicken Tortellini. When I take my first bite, the flavors melt into my mouth, mind and heart. The delicacy soothes my senses and soul as I enjoy each moment of this food.