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Tarantella
(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.

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Thank you " Scribe" now I know who Miranda was
A beautiful piece of poetry made all the more poignant by the change of pace in the final chapter. Who was Miranda I wonder. The narration is poor and does not do the poem justice
A beautiful work made all the more so by the sudden change of rhythm in the final verseWho was Miranda? I have often wondered
It's " read" by a voice synthesiser, not a human.: -(
The recital did not do this beautiful poem justice. When I learned it as a child, it was melodic, passionate, lively....this narration is plain woeful!


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