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
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.
Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.
Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.
You know so much about me and yet you don't understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything.
I can wait for you longer. Because you have arrived.
He who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step.
Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Before I travelled my road I was my road.
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.