In re recent thoughts, especially David Miller's: I like to think that
Spenser loved both his wife and his poetry, his poetic gifts, enough not
to want to deny to the former any form the latter might lend her. A poem
"made in lieu of ornaments," is a poem made in lieu of many worlds, many
_kosmoi_. He pretends that he's apologizing for his poverty by giving her
ONLY a poem, but the boy knew better than that.
Ken Gross
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