Vittorio Locchi

And if Calvary did not blossom, if the Karst did not blossom, always tormented under the fury of the blows, all the hearts sown by hope blossomed there... We all want to be the first to kiss the celestial mantle of Saint Gorizia.

 

Dear visitor, I'm Vittorio Locchi, an Italian soldier and poet. From an early age, I was an exuberant boy, preferring horses and outdoor games to studying. Over time, however, I discovered my love for poetry.

I graduated in accounting in 1909 and returned to Figline where, together with some fellow villagers, I founded the “brigata del Giaccio,” a company dedicated to theater as well as poetry, inspired by medieval and fifteenth-century models.

From 1910 I lived in Venice for 5 years, where I attended a course in foreign languages ​​and literature and founded “La Tavolissima,” an association interested in figurative arts and literature, trying to make my way in journalism.

I fought in World War II on the Isonzo front. After falling ill in 1916, I took part in the conquest of Gorizia, celebrating it with the poem "The Sagra di Santa Gorizia." I died at the age of 28 in the Aegean Sea.