The Butterfly Commentary
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 goodbye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto
But I have found my people here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here,
In the ghetto.
Pavel Friedmann 4.6.1942
This poem was written by Pavel Friedmann, a Jew in Terezin Concentration Camp. He was around our age (12-15). Just months after this was written, Pavel died in Auschwitz. This poem inspires many feelings, but most predominantly among them all, hope. I think that everyone, in the beginning, truly believed that they were going to go home. Most never did. This poem showcases a unique, human ability— the ability to hope. To find things in a terrible place, and make it better. The tone is dark and sad, and then, he tells us what he likes in Terezin. Pavel explains that while Terezin IS a terrible place, there are small things there- the dandelions and the white chestnut candles in the court are some, that make it bearable. This poem also makes me thankful for the smaller, simpler things in life. Maybe you should take some time out of your day and appreciate those things once and a while, and take some time to stop and smell the roses.
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Hi Dahlia,
Although I’ve never heard this poem, I feel like it truly is very influential. I really like you blog.
Sincerely,
Felix
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Thank you, Felix! This poem is one of the most influential poems from the Holocaust. I’m glad you liked my blog!
-dahlial620
Dahlia,
I really enjoyed reading this poem. It really interested me that Pavel Friedmann wrote it in a concentration camp. I really liked how you explained what feelings the poem inspires.
-Kaitlyn
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Hi Dahlia –
We visited Terezin a few years ago – a very dreary place and it was one of the “better” of the camps – no real gas chamber factory there. The book “I never saw another butterfly” is full of poems and art by the kids of the camp – it’ great that kids can see good in everything – even all the bad that adults create. Perhaps your Mom and Dad will take you one day to Ann Frank’s house and even to Terezin so you can see first hand –
love,
Uncle Danny