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Under Storm's Wing collects all that Helen Thomas (1877-1967) wrote aboutthe poet Edward Thomas (1878-1917): the celebrated volumes As It Was andWorld Without End, her letters to Edward, and separate memoirs of hermeetings with W.H. Davies, D.H.Lawrence, Ivor Gurney, Eleanor Farjeon,Robert Frost and W.H.Hudson. The book has been assembled by Myfanwy,Edward's and Helen's youngest daughter. She includes her own enchantedaccount of childhood with her father, and the tragedy of his death at theBattle of Arras in 1917. She adds an appendix of six letters from RobertFrost to Edward Thomas. Helen wrote As It Was, the story of her courtship and early marriage,shortly after Edward's death, and World Without End a few years later. Inthe original editions and later reprints fictitious names were used for theprotagonists. In this edition the actual names are restored. The book provides a brilliant, lasting evocation of one ofBritain's best-loved poets.
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Release dateFeb 1, 1998
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Helen Thomas

Helen Thomas is the dean of the White House press corps. The recipient of more than forty honorary degrees, she was honored in 1998 with the inaugural Helen Thomas Lifetime Achievement Award, established by the White House Correspondents' Association. The author of Thanks for the Memories, Mr. President; Front Row at the White House; and Dateline: White House, she lives in Washington, D.C., where she writes a syndicated column for Hearst.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    A very interesting account of the life of Edward Thomas, as told by his wife Helen. First published 1926, it is a very frank memoir of a young woman who is devoted to nature, honesty and truth, an idealist of her times. As a result her style is a bit gushing for the modern day reader, but the contents are fascinating. Read it to follow up the great [Now All Roads Lead to France] by Matthew Hollis. Edward Thomas seems to suffer from depression and during his life his wife and children drove him mad at times. Despite this Helen adores him, no matter what he does.
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    Helen Thomas was the wife of Edward Thomas, an English poet who died, at 39, in WWI. Less well known than contemporaries like Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke and Sigried Sassoon, Thomas was nonetheless one of the best poets of his generation, although he turned to poetry only during the final two years of his life, urged on by his friend and mentor Robert Frost. He died in France, during the battle of Arras, in 1917, leaving behind a wife and three young children. To help cope with her grief, Helen Thomas later wrote two short but very moving memoirs of her life with Edward, "As It Was" and "World Without End," both of which are collected here in "Under Storm's Wing," along with some memories of their youngest child Myfanwy and some of Helen's letters and essays.The love story detailed in this book is truly beautiful. It is not a storybook romance but rather a very real and moving evocation of married life. Poverty dogged the Thomases all their lives, as did Edward's depression, which Helen refers to as melancholia or "a deep spiritual unrest." Some of the saddest parts of the book describe Edward's black moods and Helen's inability to draw him out of them. This inability leaves her feeling somewhat of a failure as a wife. Although Helen writes unflinchingly about what a dark and angry person Edward can be at times, the reader never loses sympathy for him. He struggled all his life to establish a literary career for himself, but for most of that time he produced mainly book reviews and "hateful hack work," books written simply to put food on the table. He began writing poetry very late in his life. It brought him a good deal of satisfaction but was largely unpublished in his lifetime. Only after his death did he come to be recognized as one of the greatest poets of the WWI generation. Most of his work is about nature and the landscape of his beloved countryside in southern England. But he also wrote about the war and about his family. Near the end of Helen's memoirs she describes how, on his last leave before returning to the army, he informs her that he has written a poem for her. She doesn't give its title but it is the incandescent "And You, Helen," in my opinion the best thing he ever wrote and one of the best poems ever written on love, easily the equal of Yeats' "He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven" (which appears to have greatly influenced it).Before buying this book, I recommend that you find and read "The Poems of Edward Thomas," published by The Wordsworth Poetry Library, which contains all 144 of the poems he wrote during his two years of dedication to the craft. Thomas was a gloomy man but capable of great love and happiness as well. Helen herself is a very good writer, and her book lends depth and understanding to his poems. She had an eye for nature almost as keen as Edward's own, as when she describes "the woodpecker which cut the air in scallops as it flew from oak to oak." Here is a brief sample of her prose:"We cannot say why we love people. There is no reason for passionate love. But the quality in him that I most admired was his sincerity. There was never any pretense between us. All was open and true. Often he was bitter and cruel, but I could bear it because I knew all. There was nothing left for me to guess at, no lies, no falsity. All was known, all was suffered and endured; and afterwards there was no reserve in our joy. If we love deeply we must also suffer deeply; the price for the capicity for ecstatic joy is anguish. And so it was with us to the end."The world lost a lot of great poems when Edward Thomas died young, but Helen's book provides some compensation for that loss, and it is by no means a small compensation.