Edgar Albert Guest (August 20, 1881, Birmingham, England – August 5, 1959, Detroit, Michigan) (aka Eddie Guest) was a prolific American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People’s Poet. From England, Guest came with his family to the United States in 1891. After he began at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then a reporter, his first poem appeared December 11, 1898. He became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, Guest was widely read throughout North America, and his sentimental, optimistic poems were in the same vein as the light verse of Nick Kenny, who wrote syndicated columns during the same decades. From his first published work in the Detroit Free Press until his death in 1959, Guest penned some 11,000 poems which were syndicated in some 300 newspapers and collected in more than 20 books, including A Heap o' Livin' (1916) and Just Folks (1917). Guest was made Poet Laureate of Michigan, the only poet to have been awarded the title. His popularity led to a weekly Detroit radio show which he hosted from 1931 until 1942, followed by a 1951 NBC television series, A Guest in Your Home. When Guest died in 1959, he was buried in Detroit's Woodlawn Cemetery. His work still occasionally appears in periodicals such as Reader's Digest, and some favorites, such as "Myself" and "Thanksgiving," are still studied today. Guest received a mention in Lemony Snicket's The Grim Grotto, though not in a particularly favorable manner. His great-niece Judith Guest is a successful novelist who wrote Ordinary People.
the bachelor's soliloquy
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The...[read poem]
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The...
the lay of the troubled golfer
His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage,
And the things he muttered...[read poem]
And the things he muttered...
villanelle (minimalist): one drunken night
I think
she'll pour
my drink.
I wink
at more,
I think,
tha...[read poem]
she'll pour
my drink.
I wink
at more,
I think,
tha...
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