Sunday, October 17, 2010

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

The last, the very last,

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone....


Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.

 For seven weeks I’ve lived in here
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Written  by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942

Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Aushchwitz on Sept. 29, 1944.





This is the butterfly I created for the Butterfly Effect Project. To find out what it's all about, click on the link below my butterfly. Maybe you'll want to join us.









2 comments:

  1. Hi Bill
    Just wanted you to know that I saw this and will work on something. I'll show you when I am done!

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  2. What a wonderful project! God bless you!

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