May 15

Came across this piece as I was reading an anthropological journal article. Fifty Seven years later (if you are tracing events since the date the poem was written), and fifty nine years later for Palestine, it still is "water on the water".

And the death of the people was as it has always been:
as if no one, nothing had died,
as if they were stones falling
on the ground. or water on the water

Y la muerte del pueblo fue como siempre ha sido:
como si no murlcra nadie, nada,
como si fueran pledras las que caen
sabre la tlerra, o agua sabre el agua.

Pablo Neruda
Canto General, 1950