The Blue Flower, a short perfect novel by Penelope Fitzgerald, was published in London in 1995 when she was 78 years old. Itâs a dramatization of Friedrich von Hardenbergâs years as a struggling writer and student, from 1790 to 1797, before he made a name for himself as romantic symbolist poet Novalis, and tells the story of his infatuation with the very ordinary, childish 12-year-old Sophie von KĂźhn. He meets her when heâs 22 and falls in mystical love at first sight with her. Like many powerful novels, itâs a book of longing. What von Hardenberg really longs for however isnât Sophie, but the âblue flowerâ heâs writing about. Some lines from the story he reads aloud:âI have no craving to be rich, but I long to see the blue flower. It lies incessantly at my heart, and I can imagine and think about nothing else. Never did I feel like this before. It is as if until now I had been dreaming, or as if sleep had carried me into another world.âThe blue flower is what heâs been searching for his entire life but cannot find, will never find.What it represents is not explained. It might be understood as a perfect moment of transcendental joy; or the Great Beauty, or the writing that gives meaning to life, the hope, which destroys us, the trembling, skipping longing for the infinite. The flower is different for all of us. The blue has never been seen. We could do with more vaulting romanticism I feel.âThe universe, after all,â thinks Friedrich, âis within us.â