Yeats once wrote that the poet we meet on the page is “never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits all the way down to breakfast”, but how a lot better off would a reader be in knowing the poet sat all the way down to their eggy bread wearing a fetching kimono, or sporting a plain towelling robe? Poets in Vogue is an exhibition currently running on the National Poetry Library within the Southbank Centre, and specializing in seven female poets, or quite more specifically on their relationship with, and attitude towards, clothing. In a slight plot twist, only certainly one of the seven exhibits on display – a plaid skirt once owned and worn by Sylvia Plath –...
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