Hilaire Belloc

(27 July 1870 – 16 July 1953 / La Celle-Saint-Cloud)

Tarantella Poem by Hilaire Belloc


Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark veranda)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny,
And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the hip! hop! hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in--
And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?

Never more;
Miranda,
Never more.
Only the high peaks hoar;
And Aragon a torrent at the door.
No sound
In the walls of the halls where falls
The tread
Of the feet of the dead to the ground,
No sound:
But the boom
Of the far waterfall like doom.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Edited: Thursday, September 4, 2008

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  • Freshman - 685 Points Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (8/18/2014 6:21:00 PM)

    Very entertaining poem. Enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,626 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/15/2014 3:48:00 PM)

    Makes me think of Spain in another century...very picturesque poem.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 25,212 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (8/15/2014 10:34:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem with good word power and remembrances. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,816 Points Edgar Stevens (8/15/2014 7:56:00 AM)

    this poem is awesome.... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,703 Points Terry Craddock (8/15/2014 6:02:00 AM)

    Yes Miranda remembered
    the straw for a bedding,
    And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
    And the wine that tasted of tar?
    Miranda said it was impossible to forget the nightmare of that zero star accommodation but the tar wine got everyone romping and stomping falling over each other having fun by nights end :) (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,842 Points Babatunde Aremu (8/15/2014 5:36:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem! This is written from deep old experience. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Talib Deen (8/15/2013 11:19:00 PM)

    view my poems n comment (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Arnav Gogoi (8/15/2013 12:11:00 PM)

    Awesome poem...The rhythm of the poem is tantalizing and the words make it good to read and enjoy...You can savour the poem to its full succulence... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 72 Points Immanuel Santos (8/15/2012 1:21:00 PM)

    And the hip! hop! hap!
    Of the clap
    Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl
    Of the girl gone chancing,
    Glancing,
    Dancing,
    Backing and advancing,
    Snapping of the clapper to the spin
    Out and in-

    beautifully made! 10++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Carlos Echeverria (8/15/2012 11:11:00 AM)

    How wonderfully, ironically prescient that the words hip! hop! are in this poem-for it has a true funky rhythm. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bselvey Selvey (7/12/2012 2:20:00 AM)

    I learned this by rote aged 12. I loved it then and love it now. It is so evocative of the flamenco beat and mourns the loss of a friend/dancer. i used to think that it was linked to the Spanish Civil war in some way-but that was only a child's imagination (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 586 Points Ramesh T A (8/15/2011 3:36:00 PM)

    A light weight poem made joyful to read by the play of words is an art only Hilaire Belloc can do better ever! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 127 Points Allemagne Roßmann (8/15/2011 1:47:00 AM)

    Well penned.History. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Adair Cross (2/9/2010 2:07:00 PM)

    I have always believed that this poem was about a girl who was bitten by a tarantula.(Tarentella dance-it was thought that by dancing the spiders venom would wear off) .It has always been a favourite of mine and I won an eisteddfod with it at the precocious age of 10! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Straw (8/15/2009 5:00:00 AM)

    The poem is full of the the adventuresome joie de vivre of young men on their travels. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christopher Honey (12/2/2008 6:35:00 AM)

    This is a magnificent poem: it has mystery, rhythm, atmosphere and pace and is the work of a poet who has mastery of the language. The speculation is stimulates - who was or is Miranda? when and why is he recollecting the scene and asking her about it? - are all part of the enjoyment. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Fabian Wayman-hales (6/11/2008 8:06:00 AM)

    I had always understood that Miranda was the DONKEY that accompanied Belloc on his Pilgrimage to Rome - tghough why a donkey should remember the taste of the wine escapes me. One of my favourite poems but one I can never commit to memory [- always missing out lines or getting them in tghe wrong order when I try to declaim them to myself (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Georgie Loton (2/6/2008 3:35:00 PM)

    Miranda, was Captain Miranda, one of Belloc's fellow officers not a women. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie A Vaz (11/7/2007 8:15:00 PM)

    the fourth line is:
    and the tedding and the SHREDDING (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gary Witt (1/26/2007 11:09:00 PM)

    In response to Mr. Hoare, below, the answer is 'yes and no.' Yes, the writer is referring to a specific inn, but no, he does not mean to say 'the inn.' In a sense, he is being coy. He wants her to remember a specific inn, perhaps among several at which the two of them stayed. But he does not want to say there was only one. In a sense his coyness is related to the title of the poem, Tarantella, which is technically a circular dance. He is dancing around the real object of his questioning. The irony is, by the time he has finished his own dance he has given so many clues that if she fails to 'get it, ' he is probably talking to the wrong woman. (Report) Reply

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