In the midst of death...
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In the midst of death and exile, we find hope and the desire to live.
... I never saw another butterfly ... : Children's Drawings and Poems from Theresienstadt Concentration Camp, 1942-1944 (McGraw-Hill Book Company, New York) is one of the most powerful books I've ever read. One anonymous poem called "On A Sunny Evening," says in part:
The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches.
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced I've smiled by some mistake.
The world's abloom and seems to smile.
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in barbed wire, things can bloom
Why shouldn't I? I will not die!
The only information there is about this poem is that it was written by the children in Barracks L 318 and L 417, ages 10-16 years.
... I never saw another butterfly ... : Children's Drawings and Poems from Theresienstadt Concentration Camp, 1942-1944 (McGraw-Hill Book Company, New York) is one of the most powerful books I've ever read. One anonymous poem called "On A Sunny Evening," says in part:
The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches.
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced I've smiled by some mistake.
The world's abloom and seems to smile.
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in barbed wire, things can bloom
Why shouldn't I? I will not die!
The only information there is about this poem is that it was written by the children in Barracks L 318 and L 417, ages 10-16 years.
