[294] Tarantella
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 the tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark verandah)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteeers
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 twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of a 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.
-- Hilaire Belloc
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Nice interplay of form and content here - insistent rhythms, strong assonances,
multiple rhymes (internal as well as line-ending), rising and falling cadences -
all these combine to evoke the dance form of the title. At the same time, the
words themselves paint a vivid (if slightly touristy, imho) picture of the
Mediterranean countryside. As Martin mentioned in a previous post about the
poet, Belloc does indeed have the ability to take a perfectly ordinary event or
emotion and craft an original and memorable work of art from it - and if that's
not genius, what is?
thomas.
PS. 'Tarantella' : a lively folk dance of southern Italy in 6/8 time. (Italian,
from Taranto, Italy.)
PPS. The opening line - 'Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?' - has been the
starting point for any number of parodies and pastiches. It _does_ have a
certain something about it, don't you think?
[Bio]
Though Belloc lived most of his life in Britain, where he wrote works of prose
and verse in tribute to his adoptive Sussex, he was born in the French town of
La Celle St. Cloud, near Paris. His father, a French lawyer, died when he was
just two years old. Shortly afterwards his English mother, Bessie Parkes, moved
the family to London.
Hilaire was enrolled at the Oratory School where he studied under the legendary
Cardinal Newman. He also met Cardinal Manning, the combative English convert,
who had a lasting influence on his brand of Catholic apologetics. Manning's
social teachings became especially evident in Belloc's later economic writings.
At school, the young Belloc delighted in such classical authors as Homer, Virgil
and Horace and took away most of the student prizes. Unsure of his future
vocation, he spent a brief stint at the French Naval "Stanislas College," but
despite his love of sailing, he quit after just a few weeks.
In 1890 Hilaire met his future wife, Elodie Hogan, an American who was visiting
Europe with her mother. The following year he booked passage to New York from
whence he tramped his way across the continent to Napa Valley, California, in
order to make his proposal to Miss Hogan. Belloc returned to France in 1891 to
spend a year as a soldier in the horse artillery, after which he went to Balliol
College at Oxford. He graduated with top honors in History but due to his
outspoken Catholic views was denied a fellowship.
1896 marked Belloc's marriage to Elodie and the successful publication of The
Bad Child's Book of Beasts a collection of whimsical cautionary tales. This was
soon followed by biographies of the French revolutionaries, Danton and
Robespierre. In 1902 Belloc wrote The Path to Rome describing his one man
pilgrimage to the Holy City; a remarkable travelogue which remains his most
popular work.
Belloc served as a member of parliament from 1906-1910. During a campaign speech
he made his famous defense of the Faith before a largely Protestant audience:
"I am a Catholic. As far as possible I go to Mass every day. This [taking a
rosary out of his pocket] is a rosary. As far as possible, I kneel down and tell
these beads every day. If you reject me on account of my religion, I shall thank
God that He has spared me the indignity of being your representative!"
After a shocked silence there was a roar of applause, and Belloc won the
election.
Over the next thirty years, Belloc was to churn out dozens of titles on varied
subjects including poetry, fiction, social commentary, and military science.
Belloc is particularly noted for his spirited attack on the then predominant
Whig or classical liberal view of European history. Europe and the Faith (1920),
Characters of the Reformation (1936), and The Crisis of Our Civilization (1937)
are typical of his insightful approach. Belloc also wrote a number of
biographies, including Marie Antoinette (1909), James the Second (1928),
Richlieu (1930), Oliver Cromwell (1934), and Milton (1935) which are still
admired for their lucid and engaging style.
Along with his friend and literary companion G. K. Chesterton, Belloc helped to
found the economic theory of Distributism. Rooted in Leo XIII's landmark
encyclical Rerum Novarum, Distributism was, and is, a meaningful alternative to
the materialism of both laissez-faire capitalism and socialism. According to
Belloc, Europe had seen the decline of slavery and the rise of an independent
property holding yeomanry in the Middle Ages only to have this balanced economic
arrangement upset by the Lutheran revolt of the 16th century. Acquisitive
aristocrats—ostensibly promoting religious reformation, but mostly bent on
filling their own pockets—brought about a polarization of classes and the
emergence of a rootless proletariat which has continued to this day. Ironically,
while Belloc is denounced by liberals for his Catholic "triumphalism" his social
analysis of the Reformation has been largely vindicated by recent scholarship.
The ideas of Distributism were enunciated in The Servile State (1912), The
Restoration of Property (1936) and in the pages of G.K.'s Weekly.
Belloc's contributions to poetry, collected in Sonnets and Verse (1938), are
still acclaimed by literary critics. According to Michael Markel, he "was a
first rate craftsman in the classical tradition of A. E. Housman." Belloc also
tried his hand at novel writing, producing satirical works like The Postmaster
General (1932), as well as light fiction including The Green Overcoat (1912) and
Belinda (1928). What is perhaps his best and most unusual novel, The Four Men
(1911), was later made into a BBC play and has since been reprinted by Oxford
Press with an introduction by A.N. Wilson. The Four Men describes a ramble
through the Sussex countryside by Sailor, Grizzlebeard, Poet and Myself— aspects
of Belloc's own personality. The book's timeless appeal lies in its expression
of the fact that though a man's "loves are human, and therefore changeable, yet
in proportion as he attaches them to things unchangeable, so they mature and
broaden."
Despite his outward exuberance as a writer and individual, Belloc faced a number
of personal losses —the death of his wife Elodie in 1914, his sons Louis, in
World War I, and Peter, in World War II. Belloc weathered these storms with that
sort of hard-headed faith he once ascribed to St. Thomas More, who had "nothing
to uphold him except resolve." In 1942, however, he suffered a stroke which put
an end to his literary work though he continued to live in quiet retirement for
another eleven years. This redoubtable Catholic genius died in his beloved
Sussex on July 16, 1953. The BBC interrupted all its programmes to announce the
passing away of one of England's greatest literary figures.
-- from the Web, http://www.angelfire.com/va/belloc/
[Minstrels Links]
Belloc is most famous for his children's verse, especially the many poems about
beasts like the hippopotamus: poem #124
Of a more serious bent are the poems tinged by religious thought, such as 'Is
there any reward?', at poem #176
For sheer imagery, 'October' is hard to beat: poem #226
while 'The Pelagian Drinking Song' is as funny as they get: poem #78
From: Teirney R <teirney.r@>
Has this poem got into anyone else's brain? It was one of many I learned as
a 12 year old in a Catholic school and though I enjoyed reciting it because
of its rhythm, I just didn't get it.
Years later, at a party, I was amazed that a friend from another state and I
could still recite almost the whole thing. Why did it stick in my brain? I
didn't try to learn it.
Help! What does it mean? Forty years later, I still want to know.
RT
From: Doug Armitage <drmitage@>
Hello:
my wife and I were discussing excellent school teachers of English . She has always been able to remember the opening line andnow e have the full piece.
Her teacher was a Miss Betts at Monkwearmouth Grammar School in about 1936. Any other readers of this remember her?
How wonderful that such teachers live on in our memories!
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From: "Roderick, Louise A (Castrol)" <Louise.Roderick@>
Some 33 years ago I was privileged to have an english teacher who was so
passionate about her subject that she managed to every student of hers with
a love for poetry and literature. Whenever I hear the first line of this
poem it evokes the most wonderful memories of Thelma Sacks. She passed away
on the operating table table about two years after I completed school in
1970 and I still mourn the loss of a beautiful soul.
Louise Roderick
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From: "The Cowells" <rmsbn@>
Like it a lot. I'm 15 and doing it for a 9th grade English assignment. Most
amazing poem I have ever read really. Makes me think about Spain, and the
Mediterranean. Also makes me think of sundries tomatoes.
From: "clempage" <clemson.page@>
Some composer whose name I don't recall set "Tarantella" for four-part
male chorus with piano accompaniment, and I sang it on tour with my
college glee club in 1967. It's a tribute to both the poet and the
musician that I can still sing much of it today (in the shower, I mean),
and the closing lines still give me goosebumps.
From: sybil gange <sybgange@>
I learned this lovely poem at school and have never forgotten it. Cynara
From: CaligalinFL@
In response to the person who sang the four-part men's arrangement... that
was by Ron Nelson. I'm preparing that piece as part of my doctoral study in
conducting, and came to this website researching the poem. What a small internet
world.
Suzanne
From: CaligalinFL@
BTW, couldn't help but notice that this is a Rice website. I did my MM at
Rice at the same time this site went up. The internet world gets smaller.
Suzanne
From: "sybil gange" <sybgange@>
I learned Tarantella at school fifty years ago and still love the poem
to this day. Cynara.
From: jamills@ Sun Sep 19 16:00:32 2004
To Suzanne, and the person who sang the four-part men's arrangement:
the setting may also have been that of Randall Thompson. I visited this
website while doing preparatory research to conduct the Thompson
setting. I don't know Ron Nelson's setting, but I would be most
interested to hear it.
Chad (Amherst, Massachusetts)
From: "Darren J Schaffer" <darren@>
I learnt this poem at primary school and have been trying to find it
ever since. I am now 40 years old and am extremely happy that thanks to
your website and the internet I have finally been able to find it and
read the last versus that I was unable to remember. Thank you for ever
Darren J Schaffer Australia
From: "Nelson, Sheila" <s.nelson@>
I too, learned this poem in high school (2nd Form) in Kingston, Jamaica, WI.
It was taught to me by a British teacher of English Literature, who on first
day in class wanted to know if we knew what a "walrus" was? Ha! in Jamaica.
That line led to our learning Lewis Carroll's Cabbages and Kings. It, like
many others, is stuck in my brain. How about another Hillaire Belloc poem -
Lines from Goblin Market? I can only remember one portion of it regarding
fruit (apples and quinces, come buy, come buy).
sheila
From: Glen Hills <g_hills@>
From: David Lettvin <dlettvin@>
Tarantella is another poem (Monro's Overheard on a Saltmarsh is the
other) that I first read in Walter de la Mare's 'Come Hither' anthology.
I recommend it highly.
From: "barbara" <ominslob@>
Hi. I am research the poetry of Hillaire Belloc and I, too, learned
Tarantella fifty years ago, and like you, have never forgotten it. Pity I
didn't understand it all those years ago - but I think it is a beautiful
poem with real pace and rhythm.
I am from England.
Barbara Tierney