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.


Comments about Tarantella by Hilaire Belloc

  • (12/4/2017 5:41:00 PM)


    I love your poems I did a competition on the poem Jim (Report) Reply

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  • (11/15/2017 9:18:00 AM)


    All time classic (Report) Reply

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (10/27/2017 12:45:00 AM)


    Good poem embellished in good devices of sound
    and rhythmic effect..
    Sylva-Uba
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  • Robert Murray Smith (3/16/2017 5:32:00 AM)


    A very effective mode of writing. (Report) Reply

  • Chinedu Dike (1/27/2017 7:56:00 PM)


    Beautiful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in good rhyme scheme. (Report) Reply

  • (11/26/2016 4:39:00 PM)


    (Tarantella by Hilaire Belloc.) **Author enjoying some giddy reflections. (Report) Reply

  • Earnest Gatuma (11/6/2016 3:33:00 AM)


    I don't how but this poem ever since I read it has created some sought of music rhythm in my mind, so repetitive.I love it! (Report) Reply

  • (4/22/2016 4:24:00 AM)


    I learned this poem as a 15year old in school. I loved it then and still remember it. I think I fell in love with the Flemenco dancer, Miranda. Miranda and Carmen, two beautiful, wonderful women. I'm still in love with both, , hahah! (Report) Reply

  • (3/2/2016 7:36:00 AM)


    I've just heard that Miranda was actually a general and the song is about a brothel full of soldiers - I can't tell you how disappointed I am! This information is from Robin Tritschler, tenor speaking about a recital of songs by Richard Hagemann in Belfast.
    I've just re-read the poem again and prefer to think of it as an unorthodox romantic jaunt with Miranda being the Muse, however! Perhaps we have our own imaginings and they are as valid - and the song is wonderful evocation of an unorthodox Spain of memory....
    (Report) Reply

  • Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (8/18/2014 6:21:00 PM)


    Very entertaining poem. Enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2014 3:48:00 PM)


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

  • (8/15/2014 10:34:00 AM)


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

  • Edgar Stevens (8/15/2014 7:56:00 AM)


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

  • 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

  • Babatunde Aremu (8/15/2014 5:36:00 AM)


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

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


    view my poems n comment (Report) Reply

  • (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

  • (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

  • (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

  • (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

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 4, 2008


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