The poem
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