Directions:
As a class we will read the poem below and answer the questions together. This will not count towards your grade for the assignment.

The Butterfly
by Pavel Friedmann, child prisoner at Terezin Concentration Camp 

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 here 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.

Questions:

1. Why do you think that butterflies do not live in the ghetto?

2. What do you think the author feels about living in Terezin Concentration Camp?

3. Why do you think the author of the poem tried to find things that he loved in the ghetto? Was this important?