Beauty in Unlikely Places

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Beauty in Unlikely Places

• The last, the very last, so richly, brightly,
  dazzlingly yellow.
• Perhaps if the suns tears would sing against a
  white stone

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What do you see?
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Now what do you see?
Is this the same image as the first?
How are the two images alike? How are they
different?
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List three to five questions you have about this
picture.
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Is this image happy or sad? Why?
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How does this picture make you feel?
Why do you think that is?
What dont you see in this picture that you think
you should see?
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Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly way up
high. It went away, Im sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks Ive 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
dont live here in the ghetto.
Pavel Friedman, age 22, April 6,
1942 http//memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/whitm
an/butterfly2.html
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I Never Saw Another Butterfly

• The last, the very last, so richly, brightly,
  dazzlingly yellow.
• Perhaps if the suns tears would sing against a
  white stone

Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly way up
high. It went away, Im sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye. For seven weeks Ive
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 dont live here in the ghetto.
Pavel Friedman, age 22, April 6, 1942