Vasko Popa - The Craftsmen Of The Little Box

Don’t open the little box
Heaven’s hat will fall out of her

Don’t close her for any reason
She’ll bite the trouser-leg of eternity

Don’t drop her on the earth
The sun’s eggs will break inside her

Don’t throw her in the air
Earth’s bones will break inside her

Don’t hold her in your hands
The dough of the stars will go sour inside her

What are you doing for God’s sake
Don’t let her get out of your sight

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