(The above image is from the Barbara Pym Society home page.)
Right now I'm reading her novel about two friends, Jane and Prudence, and enjoying it very much. Here's a tiny found poem I put together from just a handful of sentences from the first page of chapter one of that book.
In excited little bursts--
"Ah, these delphiniums," sighed Jane.
"And to think that we didn't
appreciate wine," said Prudence.
They walked on without speaking,
their silence a brief tribute
to their lost youth.