Antonio Porchia

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Antonio Porchia (November 13, 1886 – November 9, 1968) was an Italian-born writer and poet.

[edit] Voces (1943)

Translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin:

  • Creo que son los males del alma, el alma. Porque el alma que se cura de sus males, muere.
    • Translation: I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
  • I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
  • If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
  • You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
  • Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
  • You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
  • Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.
  • My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
  • Quien no llena su mundo de fantasmas, se queda solo.
    • Translation: He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
  • I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.
  • They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
  • He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
  • Tú crees que me matas. Yo creo que te suicidas.
    • Translation: You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
  • My heaviness comes from the heights.
  • Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.
  • Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?
  • You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
  • I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.
  • When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
  • We become aware of the void as we fill it.
  • Because they know the name of what I am looking for, they think they know what I am looking for!
  • A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.
  • When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.
  • Before I travelled my road I was my road.
  • One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
  • Sometimes, at night, I turn on the light to not see my own darkness.

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