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
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.
Night is a world lit by itself.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.
A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
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.
When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.