Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

321. The Tempters 8/27/2014
322. The Neighbors 8/27/2014
323. Comradeship 8/27/2014
324. The Bank Roll 8/27/2014
325. The Jedge Of Bowie County 8/27/2014
326. Song Of The Many 8/27/2014
327. United States 8/27/2014
328. Cliffs Of Scotland 8/27/2014
329. We'Re Dreamers All 8/27/2014
330. Pa Discusses Economy 8/27/2014
331. Little Fellow 8/27/2014
332. Punishment 8/27/2014
333. Hubbard And Pelletier 8/27/2014
334. Glad 8/27/2014
335. King 8/27/2014
336. The Dream Days 8/27/2014
337. When Pa Gets Back 8/27/2014
338. The Card Club's First Meeting 8/27/2014
339. The After-Dinner Smoke 8/27/2014
340. The Old-Fashioned Cooks 8/27/2014
341. The Tramp 8/27/2014
342. Snooping 'Round 8/27/2014
343. Little Fishermen 8/27/2014
344. An Apple Tree In France 8/27/2014
345. Your Caddie And You 8/27/2014
346. Where Children Play 9/2/2014
347. Green Apple Time 9/2/2014
348. Dreading 9/2/2014
349. The Joy Of Getting Back 9/2/2014
350. The Lanes Of Apple Bloom 9/2/2014
351. Warning The Carpenter 9/2/2014
352. Little Marie 9/2/2014
353. Out In The Open 9/2/2014
354. Pixley Folks 9/2/2014
355. Out At Pelletier's 9/2/2014
356. Keep Your Dreams 8/27/2015
357. What Counts 8/27/2015
358. The Peaks Of Valor 9/2/2014
359. Not Crossing Bridges 9/2/2014
360. Now And Then 9/2/2014

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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