A HEAVEN MUST exist because there has to be a place for the soul of Edward Thomas. No divinity could call itself just if it did not have such a place. When Thomas died in France in 1917 he had been writing poetry for less than four years, but in that time he had produced some of the most memorable and beautiful poetry of the English countryside. Just for that accomplishment alone he should have a celestial seat up there with Milton and the others.
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