Princeton students once voted him the world’s worst poet, and a jeering couplet hounded him for years: “I’d rather flunk my Wassermann test/Than read a poem by Edgar Guest.”* Such insults missed their ...

For Mother’s Day, Edgar A. (“Eddie”) Guest ground out his daily “pome” in the Detroit Free Press: . . . This the mother that we knew! Never any life was purer. Gentle, tender, brave and true, Never ...

If Edgar Guest , a renowned poet, were alive today, he would tell the congressional supercommittee how to reach a consensus and resolve our country’s fiscal crisis. Maybe he already has, since he ...