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I NEVER SAW ANOTHER BUTTERFLY POETRY ANALYSISREAD ALOUD THE POEM, "THE BUTTERFLY" WITH A PARTNERThe last, the very last,So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.Perhaps if the sun's tears would singagainst a white stone...Such, such a yellowIs carried lightly 'way up high.It went away I' 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 meAnd 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.4. 6. 1942 Pavel Friedmann