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
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
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.