By John BetjemanLet 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 Teacakes

