Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

481. Spring In The Trenches 7/12/2014
482. The Sorrow Tugs 7/12/2014
483. A Wish 7/12/2014
484. The Perfect Dinner Table 7/12/2014
485. As Fall The Leaves 7/12/2014
486. We'Ve Had A Letter From The Boy 7/12/2014
487. Warriors 7/12/2014
488. The Open Fire 7/12/2014
489. Questions 7/12/2014
490. The Price Of Riches 7/12/2014
491. The Man To Be 7/12/2014
492. The Old-Time Family 7/12/2014
493. The Day Of Days 7/12/2014
494. Toys 7/12/2014
495. Hollyhocks 7/12/2014
496. The Weaver 7/12/2014
497. As It Goes 7/12/2014
498. The Old, Old Story 7/12/2014
499. Just Folks 7/12/2014
500. A Boost For Modern Methods 7/12/2014
501. Unimportant Differences 7/12/2014
502. Grown Up 7/12/2014
503. A Boy's Tribute 7/12/2014
504. Childless 7/12/2014
505. The Lonely Garden 7/12/2014
506. The Things They Mustn'T Touch 7/12/2014
507. The Workman's Dream 7/12/2014
508. Service 7/12/2014
509. The Kindly Neighbor 7/12/2014
510. A Warm House And A Ruddy Fire 7/12/2014
511. Unchangeable Mother 7/12/2014
512. The Harder Part 7/12/2014
513. Mother And The Baby 7/12/2014
514. The Dead Return 7/11/2014
515. The Good Little Boy 7/11/2014
516. Checking The Day 7/11/2014
517. Forgotten Boyhood 7/11/2014
518. On A Certain Religious Argument 7/11/2014
519. The Little Home 7/11/2014
520. Prayer For The Home 7/11/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Wyman Atkinson (6/16/2013 10:12:00 AM)

    I have and have read most of Mr. Guest's poems. I'm certain a lot would consider his work hackneyed and perhaps by to-days standard of poetry, some might agree. Edgar lived in a different time, a more simple, less complex and naive time in history. I read his work, with my head in my mother's era (1911) . Mr. Guest wrote with his heart and his soul and all of it made perfect sense. He was Detroit's poet laureate!

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  • John Burdick (6/10/2012 5:24:00 AM)

    I just love the man but wish I could find more of his biography. I would like to know about his religious beliefs.

  • Cynthia Mcleod (3/28/2012 8:59:00 PM)

    My favorite poem by Guest is not on here. That's such a shame. It's called Teamwork. Google it (:

  • Roy Altemus (5/18/2010 11:04:00 PM)

    This was so appropriate for today's drivers. It was on the back of a 1949 Hudson car manual:

    COURTESY / Edgar A. Guest © 1947

    Not the “right of way” when driving, but the simple way of right and never once forgetting to be courteous and polite.
    A little bit of patience as behind the wheel you sit and you’ll never lose a fender and a child you’ll never hit.

    Oh, the worst of phrases ringing all through motordom today is that selfish bit of wording that is known as “right of way.”
    It has filled the graves of many who have sped some road along, since death never asks the question, is the driver right or wrong.

    Just a little thought for others, just remembering to be kind, just the willingness in traffic to slow down and stay behind.
    Just the show of gracious manners which all gentle folks display, and all the accidents that happen will be fewer day by day.

    Just control that flash of temper when another sounds his horn. In the car may be a mother soon to have her baby born.
    Be considerate in your driving and be courteous and be kind, and you’ll reach your dwelling safely and you’ll keep your peace of mind.

  • Naomi Bigelow (2/8/2008 5:08:00 PM)

    I grew up listening to WJR radio out of Detroit; listening to Edgar A. Guest's son, Bud Guest was part of everyday life. I remember one of his dad's poems, 'Open-face Letters' as the earliest one I can recall. This man's poetry and his son's voice are some of the homey things from The Good Old Days. They influenced me to begin writing poetry, too. Although I ended up published with novels, I still write the occasional poem, partly due to the Guests.

  • Steven Albert (10/20/2007 3:48:00 AM)


Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

See It Through

When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don't let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it ...

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A Toast To The Men

Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,

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