I was saddened to read in today’s Guardian an obituary for Vivien Noakes.
Her anthology Voices of Silence is one of the most valuable (and enjoyable) books of WW1 poetry, since it looks beyond the usual literary sources, to include pieces mostly by people who would not have considered themselves poets, but were stirred into writing by the times. Some critics have been sniffy about the quality of the verse, but the book communicates superbly the feelings and preoccupations of the times.
Her Oxford edition of Rosenberg’s writings is also immensely valuable, gathering all his work together for, I think, the first time, so that we can understand how his astonishing war poems developed from his early work.
Vivien Noakes brought a fresh eye to the study of WW1 literature (as she had earlier done to Edward Lear). She will be missed.