Giuseppe Ungaretti always considered his poem "I Fiumi" (Rivers) the true and proper identity card of him as a man and as a poet. In 1963 he had the chance to motivating this awareness: "Finally, when at war, I realised I had an identity card: the marks I will use to recognize myself (and at the very moment in which, after long vain struggle, my regiment is able to leap ahead), the marks that will help me recognize myself from that moment onwards and that I have in that moment become aware of as "my marks": rivers, the rivers that have shaped me. This poem, I Fiumi, is one that everybody knows by now, it is the most celebrated of my poems: it is with this poem that I finally know precisely that I am from the area of Lucca, and that I rose as a man from the edges of the desert and from the Nile. I also know that if there had not been Paris, I would not have had words;I know that if there had not been the Isonzo I would not have had original words".
No other words better than this confession, made by the Ungaretti himself, fifty years after the first publication of the Il Porto Sepolto, underline what the relationship between the poet and the Isonzo meant in terms of his life and in terms of his poetry.

This is the Isonzo.
And it is there I
Most see myself
In the universe
A compliant Thread

Coming down from the trenches on the Karst, and crossing the bridge in Sagrado, the Infantryman Ungaretti, in 1916 approached the river that had given him the awareness of having found, within himself, the "original words", the words of the supreme poet.

"I thinks I have already mentioned this - will reassert the poet in 1969, a year before his death - though better than I could ever express in this moment have already said my Fiumi (Rivers), moment in which my poetry and I become fully aware of ourselves: the poetical experience is the exploration of a personal hellish continent, and the poetic act, by being performed, provokes and releases, the price that has to be paid, sensing that only within poetry can one seek and find liberty. A hellish continent, I said, because of the absolute loneliness that the act of poetry demands, because of the particular feeling of never being like everybody else, but remaining aside, as if damned, and burdened by a special responsibility; that to discover the secret and unveil it to the others. Poetry is to discover the human condition in its essence, it is to be a man of today, but also a man of dream and wonder, like the one that was driven from Eden".

The trenches on the Karst, the Isonzo... roots and cradle of the "Il porto sepolto", which will inaugurate a long and happy poetical experience of the works by Ungaretti; experience that would illuminate and profoundly innovate the literary scene of the Twentieth century.

The poet plumbs it
then rises with his songs
and scatters them

Of this poetry
I'm left
with the emptiness
of an endless secret

Il Parco e l'Isonzo

Il Parcoe l'Isonzo

Il Parco e l'Isonzo