Poetry+Analysis



I NEVER SAW ANOTHER BUTTERFLY POETRY ANALYSIS READ ALOUD THE POEM, "THE BUTTERFLY" WITH A PARTNER  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' 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. <span style="background-color: #ebc675; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 200%;">That butterfly was the last one. <span style="background-color: #ebc675; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 200%;">Butterflies don't live in here, <span style="background-color: #ebc675; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 200%;">in the ghetto. <span style="background-color: #ebc675; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 200%;">4. 6. 1942 Pavel Friedmann