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Commit Poetry: Edgar Guest – and My Uncle Edgar

November 22, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

For Edgar Gilmore with congratulations
and the best wishes always of another Edgar.

Sincerely,
Edgar A. Guest
June 17, 1939

That’s the inscription inside Edgar A. Guest says: It Can Be Done, a book I found when we were packing up to move. I called my dad the other day. “Who was Edgar Gilmore?”

He didn’t know. My Aunt Esther, Dad’s sister, married a Gilmore. But we knew him as Uncle Bob. Could it have been Uncle Bob’s dad?

I found three other books by Guest in a box of stuff we inherited from my in-laws.

Just Folks – The Friendly Way (copyright 1917)
The Passing Throng (copyright 1923)
Rhymes of Childhood (copyright 1924)

They held mystery, too.

But were the mysteries solved? Read more in my post over at Tweetspeak Poetry today, and listen to “Eddie” Guest, Michigan’s first and only Poet Laureate, recite a couple of his poems. Also, watch me commit “It Can Be Done.”

 

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conceived in love, then planted in the cave of a woman-child,
confined and nurtured in her soft dark womb,
nourished with her every heartbeat.
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then stretched and rose like yeast bread in her warm belly
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shaped wood, chiseled stone,
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fingers that wrote in dirt.
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confined to cold, dark stone
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becomes our heartbeat for the love of us.
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