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
A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.
Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
Yes I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.
My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.