He heard: “You’re just a poet. Write your words
of common things, within your daily span:
Don’t try understand what’s past your reach;
Do not essay to plumb the depths of man.”
He left his money there, as he was told,
And walked out into emptiness and night —
For much within this city never glows,
And many who are smart are not
That bright
Oh, yes! I’ve heard something similar, like, “You’re a writer, pretty obsolete nowadays don’t you think?” Hmph!
Well said!