I like short poems that in few words say much, condensing not only language but also character and emotion. This poem is tightly folded. Unfold it by reading. When you’re done, you’ll have a surprisingly large canvas.
"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.
– John Betjeman