In the cream gilded cabin of his steam yacht Mr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewer Dangers of delay. "Consider Carefully the reviewer. "I was as poor as you are; "When I began I got, of course, "Advance on royalties, fifty at first," said Mr. Nixon, "Follow me, and take a column, "Even if you have to work free. "Butter reviewers. From fifty to three hundred "I rose in eighteen months; "The hardest nut I had to crack "Was Dr. Dundas. "I never mentioned a man but with the view "Of selling my own works. "The tip's a good one, as for literature "It gives no man a sinecure. "And no one knows, at sight, a masterpiece. "And give up verse, my boy "There's nothing in it." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me: Don't kick against the pricks, Accept opinion. The "Nineties" tried your game And died, there's nothing in it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OPAL DREAM CAVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM |