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A box to keep my gears and glimpses of
a future yet to come after I’ve parted;
a little box was all I could afford;
a box it was I, keenly, deeply wanted.

Should all my fine possessions bargain room
and find a decent corner on the flat,
for I’m afraid my life outside is doomed,
for all I thought I’d do I did so bad.

A box to stuff with lost dreams of a city
to store dead poets and books unwritten,
a cardboard cubicle to hide from pity;
although, perhaps, I’d rather end up beaten.

A chest would do if I could find the means,
for it’s all precious what you’d find within.

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A Brief Personal Comment:

I began to write this sonnet as I thought about how human babies are much like boxes where we deposit hopes, education, unaccomplished goals, etc. But I ended up writing about any box. And I hope you can find some box of your own imagination here. And I also hope --that'd be an extra-- the sonnet form helps reflection flow. Best regards!

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Translation Into Spanish:

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Caja

Una caja para guardar mis artes y la mirada
de un futuro que vendrá al haberme ido;
una caja pequeña fue lo que pude costear;
una caja era lo que ansiosamente había querido.

Mis finas pertenencias negociarán un espacio
para encontrar un rincón decente en su fondo,
pues afuera mi vida es vil condena, mucho temo
pues cuanto creí que haría hice mal —todo.

Una caja atiborrada con sueños idos de la aldea,
con poetas muertos y obras nunca escritas,
un cubículo de cartón para esconder la pena;
aunque, tal vez, por las mismas termine vencida.

Un cofre servirá bien si acaso puedo pagarlo,
pues es precioso todo lo que ahí he guardado.

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Thanks for reading.

See you tomorrow with another poem.

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