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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Butterfly Effect

I came across The Butterfly Effect a couple of days ago and haven't been able to get it out of mind.  I'm in.  Are you?

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.


At September 15, 2010 10:28 am , OpenID Caroline said...

What a fantastic project Suzie - very thought provoking...x

At September 15, 2010 12:48 pm , Blogger Karen said...

Such a beautiful, sad poem Susie...thank you for sharing that one...we all take the world around us for granted at times XXX

At September 15, 2010 1:33 pm , Blogger Kaz said...

I think I'm in too Suzie - the poem is so moving xxx

At September 15, 2010 10:24 pm , Blogger Hazel said...

very thought-provoking - thanks for sharing, Suzie x


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