Belloc was better known as a poet. I assume he wrote this on the same journeyÑ
Tarantella (1929)
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 verandah)?
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 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
Apparently written in Canfranc, which would have had a splendid new railway station opened just up the road. Belloc and Chesterton were mates and both had a talent for dynamic rhyming, but Belloc was probably more nuanced in his stance on social issues, and wrote much better children’s poetry, although a poem entitled ‘Matilda’ sub-titled ‘who told lies and was burnt to death’ might struggle to find a publisher nowadays.