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O Western Wind

My favorite poem:

O western wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain.
Christ that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again.
—Anon, 16th century

Poor old anon deserves credit for this most beautiful & poignant lyric.

Would anyone believe it if it had been written recently? It would be a song, for one thing, not a poem, & people would think it was too simple. It makes me think of a job opening I know of & that the last 3 people who held it, who all did a terrific job, probably wouldn't get hired if they were applying this time around...
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