Just received, but even at a cursory glance, Matthew Hollis has done a very thorough and helpful job in assisting those of us who admire the poetry of Edward Thomas to appreciate how it came about, and just how hard Thomas battled to "get it right". Unlike those who claim that poems "just flow from my imagination" (Frank O'Hara, for instance), for Thomas it was unremitting graft to create apparently "simple" and effortless lines (ADLESTROP for instance).
One of the things I look for in a published book especially of poetry is elegance of presentation. The typeface and inkiness of this edition looks as though it was produced in the cheapest possible way by printers who were unconcerned with appearance. So off-putting.
Varied but always insightful mainly poetry of today, the book is immaculately laid out and there is a strong determination to be international, even though Bloodaxe (the publisher) is based in England's North East.
If all you expect of poetry is for it to go "rum-ti-tum" and rhyme, this is not the collection for you. The diction owes much more to Pound, Eliot & , say, Carol Ann Duffy than Pam Ayres (not that I have anything against Pam Ayres).