San Martino del Carso

      At San Martino,
      I remember
      The earth,
      How it was discovered
      By the eyes,
      And how it trembles
      And rises, like a wave.
      My heart,
      Like a flower in the wind,
      Blooms permanently; 
      At the same time, it falls
      And seeks remembrance,
      Leaving the past behind, 
      Where you died, where I die.  

• Giuseppe Ungaretti