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 hundred men together are the hundredth part of a man.
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
What do others think they see?
Before I travelled my road I was my road.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
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.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.