Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

761. A Coming Reunion 8/14/2014
762. The Chaplain 7/15/2014
763. Revenge 7/14/2014
764. When You Know A Fellow 7/12/2014
765. The Sorry Hostess 7/15/2014
766. Leader Of The Gang 7/15/2014
767. Selling The Old Home 8/15/2014
768. With Dog And Gun 8/15/2014
769. The Cookie-Lady 8/14/2014
770. Home And The Baby 7/12/2014
771. Battle Of Belleau Wood 7/12/2014
772. The March Of Mortality 7/12/2014
773. Send Her A Valentine 7/12/2014
774. To A Young Man 7/12/2014
775. No Better Land Than This 7/11/2014
776. A Creed 7/11/2014
777. Back Home 7/11/2014
778. No Room For Hate 7/11/2014
779. September 8/27/2014
780. The Willing Horse 9/2/2014
781. Ma An' Me 8/26/2014
782. First Name Friends 8/25/2014
783. Dr. Johnson's Picture Cow 8/25/2014
784. Brothers All 8/20/2014
785. A Greeting 8/20/2014
786. Little Miss Laugh-A-Lot 8/25/2014
787. Independence Day 8/20/2014
788. The Christmas Box 8/20/2014
789. Just A Boy 8/20/2014
790. Cleaning The Furnace 8/20/2014
791. Next Of Kin 8/20/2014
792. She Mothered Five 8/25/2014
793. Chums 8/27/2014
794. Troubles 8/27/2014
795. Figure It Out 8/27/2015
796. Silent 7/11/2014
797. What We Need 7/11/2014
798. As We Prayed 7/11/2014
799. The Soldier On Crutches 7/11/2014
800. Life's Canvas 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 ...

Read the full of See It Through

Hard Luck

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,

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