‘It has been the year of the dish,’ proclaims the Iranian-born British poet Mimi Khalvati in one poem, commenting wryly on a year in which she has all too often been given dishes as presents. She is forced to re-arrange her kitchen and come up with elaborate meals to be served on the new dishes. Yet how to avoid the trap of generic presents? We’ve come up with ideas for a family of poets.
The lovesick friend: Dante Alighieri
A portrait of his muse, the beloved Beatrice. Travel sized, for when he has to flee Florence
The cousin who is awed by life: Wislawa Szymborska