Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

281. Riches 8/26/2014
282. The Little Country Bus 8/26/2014
283. Cornered 8/26/2014
284. Doughnuts And Cider 8/26/2014
285. Sunday In The Country 8/26/2014
286. The Rich Man's Woes 8/26/2014
287. The Boy Mind 8/26/2014
288. The Farmer Talks 8/26/2014
289. The Summer Argument 8/26/2014
290. A Scare 8/26/2014
291. Out Of The Day 8/26/2014
292. The Homecomer's Song 8/26/2014
293. After A Proposal 8/27/2014
294. Songs Of Gloom 8/27/2014
295. What To Do 8/27/2014
296. The Way Of The World 8/27/2014
297. Autumn Evenings 8/27/2014
298. The Cure 8/27/2014
299. Answering The Usual Questions 8/27/2014
300. Tell Him Why 8/27/2014
301. The Value Of A Telephone 8/27/2014
302. Sacrifices 8/27/2014
303. The Toiler 8/27/2014
304. The Child World 8/27/2014
305. The Disgrace Of Poverty 8/27/2014
306. The Gentle Hand Of Women Folks 8/27/2014
307. Man And Lathe 8/27/2014
308. Found Out 8/27/2014
309. Safe Conduct 8/27/2014
310. Tinkerin' At Home 8/27/2014
311. Our Country 8/27/2014
312. Pleasure's Signs 8/27/2014
313. The Wide Outdoors 8/27/2014
314. The Spoiler 8/27/2014
315. George Moir Black 8/27/2014
316. Strange 8/27/2014
317. Welcoming The New Year 8/27/2014
318. The Whiners 8/27/2014
319. Let's Go 8/27/2014
320. Food, Clothes And Drink 8/27/2014

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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