#desdichado

[suzannahnatters]

No one has ever gone as hard as Dorothy Sayers in CATHOLIC TALES AND CHRISTIAN SONGS. No one. The woman was on fire. "Desdichado" is just the opening salvo. Followed up by. a retelling of the Book of Revelation in 16 lines as a nursery rhyme. the thirstiest ever devotional Hades & Persephone retelling. and the phrase "the Wizard-Man of Nazareth" appearing in possibly the best poem in the whole collection, inspired by everyone's favourite story from The Mabinogion.

[fictionadventurer]

Christ walks the world again, new-bound on high emprise, With music in His golden mouth and laughter in His eyes; The primrose springs before Him as He treads the dusty way, His singer’s crown of thorns has burst in blossom like the may, He heedeth not the morrow and He never looks behind, Singing: “Glory to the open skies and peace to all mankind.”

Singing: “Lady, lady, will you come away with Me? Was never man lived longer for the hoarding of his breath; Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain . . . If we perish in the seeking . . . why, how small a thing is death!”

--From "Desdichado" by Dorothy L. Sayers

[chief-of-restless-hearts]

DESDICHADO 

—This is the Heir; come let us kill Him.

 —Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her Beloved?

Christ walks the world again, His lute upon His back, His red robe rent to tatters, His riches gone to rack, The wind that wakes the morning blows His hair about His face, His hands and feet are ragged with the ragged briar's embrace, For the hunt is up behind Him and His sword is at His side, . . . Christ the bonny outlaw walks the whole world wide,

Singing: "Lady, lady, will you come away with Me, Lie among the bracken and break the barley bread? We will see new suns arise in golden, far-off skies, For the Son of God and Woman hath not where to lay His head."

Christ walks the world again, a prince of fairy-tale, He roams, a rascal fiddler, over mountain and down dale, Cast forth to seek His fortune in a bitter world and grim, For the stepsons of His Father's house would steal His Bride from Him; They have weirded Him to wander till He bring within His hands The water of eternal youth from black-enchanted lands,

Singing: "Lady, lady, will you come away with Me, Or sleep on silken cushions in the bower of wicked men? For if we walk together through the wet and windy weather, When I ride back home triumphant you will ride beside Me then."

Christ walks the world again, new-bound on high emprise, With music in His golden mouth and laughter in His eyes; The primrose springs before Him as He treads the dusty way, His singer's crown of thorn has burst in blossom like the may, He heedeth not the morrow and He never looks behind, Singing: "Glory to the open skies and peace to all mankind."

Singing: "Lady, lady, will you come away with Me? Was never man lived longer for the hoarding of his breath; Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain . . . If we perish in the seeking, . . . why, how small a thing is death!"

—Dorothy Sayers

[illustratus]

[villings]

Mísero, pobre, solo y abatido, vivo en este infeliz yermo poblado, y no siendo elección ser desdichado de ser tan desdichado estoy corrido:

no sirve la razón ni le ha servido a quien domina lo cruel del hado, que es infeliz a veces el cuidado, como glorioso a veces el descuido.

"Respuesta a Filis" / Diego de Torres Villarroel

[dimsilver]

if Fin Button had read Desdichado she would’ve turned to Christ way sooner, change my mind (you can’t)

[noblemaidenfell]

Imagine a Desdichado song by the Oh Hellos or the Gray Havens

[piensoenversos]

Desgraciadamente pienso que el amor trae más pesares que placeres. Ahora claro que la felicidad que da el amor es tan grande que más vale ser desdichado muchas veces para ser feliz algunas. ¡Es también una cuestión de estadística! Yo creo que todos nosotros hemos sido muy felices con el amor alguna vez y también creo que todos hemos sido muy desdichados muchas veces. El amor le ofrece a uno esa incertidumbre, esa inseguridad del hecho de poder pasar de una felicidad absoluta a la desdicha; pero también de poder pasar de la desdicha a la brusca, a la inesperada felicidad.

— Jorge Luis Borges