Dominic Hibberd - Works

Works

  • Wilfred Owen: War Poems and Others edited by Dominic Hibberd (London: Chatto & Windus, 1973)
  • Poetry of the First World War edited by Dominic Hibberd (London: Macmillan, 1981)
  • Owen The Poet by Dominic Hibberd (London: Macmillan, 1986)
  • Poetry of the Great War: An Anthology edited by Dominic Hibberd and John Onions (London: Macmillan, 1986)
  • Diary of a Dead Officer: Being the Posthumous Papers of Arthur Graeme West edited by Dominic Hibberd (London: Imperial War Museum, 1991)
  • Wilfred Owen: The Last Year 1917-1918 by Dominic Hibberd (London: Constable, 1992)
  • Harold Monro: Poet of the New Age by Dominic Hibberd (Basingstoke and New York: Palgrave, 2001)
  • Wilfred Owen: A New Biography by Dominic Hibberd (London: Weidenfeld & Nicholson, 2002)
  • Strange Meetings: Poems by Harold Monro edited by Dominic Hibberd (Holt: Laurel Books, 2003)
  • The Winter of the World: Poems of the First World War edited by Dominic Hibberd and John Onions (London: Constable & Robinson, 2007)
  • Chapter 7 in The Oxford Critical and Cultural History of Modernist Magazines, Volume 1 (Oxford: OUP, 2009)
  • Articles and reviews for many literary and academic publications, including the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography, The Cambridge Review, The Review of English Studies and The Times Literary Supplement

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