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. * When one does not love the impossible, one does not love anything. * Every time I wake I understand how easy it is to be nothing. * Now you do not know what to do, not even when you go back to being a child. And it is sad to see a child who does not know what to do. * Only a few arrive at nothing, because the way is long.
From Voices by Antonio Porchia, translated by W. S. Merwin. Translation copyright © 2003 by W. S. Merwin. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All right reserved.
Antonio Porchia is the author of Voices (Copper Canyon Press, 2003).
Date Published: 2003-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/aphorisms