from “Voices”

By Antonio Porchia Antonio Porchia

Translated from the Spanish by Gonzalo Melchor Read the translator's notes

Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.


I want because of what I wanted, and what I wanted, I wouldn’t want again.


The passing of a soul is light, extremely light, almost silence.


There are pains that have lost their memory and don’t remember why they are painful.


Convince me, but without convictions. Convictions no longer convince me.


We don’t forgive being as we are.


At the last moment, my whole life will last a moment.


Man is a thing children learn. A childish thing.


Don’t speak to me. I want to be with you.


There are those fallen who don’t get up so as not to fall again.


The dream that doesn’t feed on dream vanishes.

Source: Poetry (March 2012).


This poem originally appeared in the March 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

March 2012


Antonio Porchia (1885–1968) worked for many years as a basket weaver and printing-press operator in Buenos Aires.

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SUBJECT Living, The Mind

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