By John Betjeman
Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look.
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook.
I very much like Sir John and his work, especially his poetry. For fifty years, at a time when other people were becoming more internationally aware, John Betjeman immersed himself in the glories of English culture -- its places, its writings, its heroes. His Tennis Whites and Teacakesbrings together the best of Betjeman's poetry, private letters, journalism and musings to present a fully rounded picture of what he stood for. From his arguments for new steel buildings to his amusement about the etiquette of village teashops, it reveals Betjeman not just as a sentimentalist but as a passionate observer with a wonderful sense of humor and an acute eye.