Here you will find the Poem The Craftsmen Of The Little Box of poet Vasko Popa
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