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The Little Box: A Poem by Vasko Popa

The Little Box: A Poem by Vasko Popa

The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has

The little box continues growing
The cupboard that she was inside
Is now inside her

And she grows bigger bigger bigger
Now the room is inside her
And the house and the city and the earth
And the world she was in before

The little box remembers her childhood
And by a great great longing
She becomes a little box again

Now in the little box
You have the whole world in miniature
You can easily put it in a pocket
Easy steal it easily lose it

Take care of the little box.

—Vasko Popa, translated by Charles Simic, via Dime Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell

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