Antonio Porchia
Antonio Porchia
Antonio Porchiawas an Argentinian poet. He was born in Conflenti, Italy, but, after the death of his father in 1900, moved to Argentina. He wrote a Spanish book entitled Voces, a book of aphorisms. It has since been translated into Italian and into English, French, and German. A very influential, yet extremely succinct writer, he has been a cult author for a number of renowned figures of contemporary literature and thought such as André Breton, Jorge Luis Borges, Roberto Juarroz...
NationalityItalian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth13 November 1886
CountryItaly
Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.
He who does not know how to believe, should not know.
Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
My bits of time play with eternity.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing
When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.
I began my comedy as its only actor and I come to the end as its only spectator.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.