I am swallowed up. I live for an income of £250 & work all day & often from 9am until 1am. It takes me so long because I fret & fret . . . My self criticism or rather my studied self contempt is now nearly a disease.-- Edward Thomas in an early letter, quoted by Edna Longley in a reappraisal of his poetry that makes the case that, among other things, he was an ecological poet.