Friday, August 10, 2007

Poetry Friday: Tarantella


"Tarantella," by Hilaire Belloc, was one of the poems used in a speech workshop I took last month with speech, drama and movement coach Geoff Norris. Prior to the workshop, I'd only known of Belloc's lighter verse.

Tarantella
by Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953)

Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the bedding
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.

Today's Poetry Friday Roundup is at Big A little a.

3 comments:

Kelly Fineman said...

Lovely. Until it hit the final stanza, it seemed all light and happiness. But the turn brought war and destruction, and nostalgia. Thanks for this one.

And enjoy your vacation. We'll miss you.

John Mutford said...

I love the tempo of the poem as well. It reminds me off a washing machine cycle.

cloudscome said...

What a sad poem! She tricked me with the lighthearted stomping and dancing... then the boom.