Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

201. At The Wedding 8/15/2014
202. Lonely 8/20/2014
203. The Man Who's Down 8/20/2014
204. They Don'T 8/20/2014
205. To The Failures 8/20/2014
206. A Query — 8/20/2014
207. To The Men At Home 8/20/2014
208. Here We Are! 8/20/2014
209. Spoiling Them 8/20/2014
210. Mothers' Splendid Dreams 8/20/2014
211. When There's Health In The House 8/20/2014
212. Keep To The Right 8/20/2014
213. An Ode To Nellie 8/20/2014
214. A Year's New Wish 8/20/2014
215. Safe At Home 8/20/2014
216. Trustful Ma 8/20/2014
217. The Fight Worth While 8/20/2014
218. The Songs Of Night 8/20/2014
219. Unphilosophic 8/20/2014
220. Bigger Than His Dad 8/20/2014
221. The Sympathetic Minister 8/20/2014
222. Back To School 8/20/2014
223. The Furnace Door 8/20/2014
224. No Use Sighin' 8/20/2014
225. When We Play The Fool 8/20/2014
226. The Man I'M For 8/20/2014
227. His Santa Claus 8/20/2014
228. War's Homecoming 8/20/2014
229. The Road Builder 8/20/2014
230. The Man Of His Word 8/20/2014
231. Business 8/20/2014
232. Under A Tree 8/20/2014
233. Along The Paths O' Glory 8/20/2014
234. What Makes An Artist 8/20/2014
235. The World And Bud 8/20/2014
236. United 8/20/2014
237. The Better Thing 8/20/2014
238. Mother Nature 8/20/2014
239. They'Re Coming Back 8/20/2014
240. Two Viewpoints 8/20/2014

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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