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Don't Quit

A reminder while doing some reflecting on a return. One of my associates obitary reminded me to not quit. I think he would have been thrilled to know that I have a son who is 2 and half now. 

 

"All his life, he encouraged family and friends to persevere through challenging times —“stick-toit-iveness,” he called it—and adopted the poem“Don’t Quit” as a personal credo."

poem “Don’t Quit”

 

Don't Quit By Edgar A. Guest

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit - rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow - you may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor's cup;
and he learned too late when the night came down,
how close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out - the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and when you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you're hardest hit - it's when things seem worst, you must not quit.
 

Analysis (ai): The poem emphasizes perseverance through hardship using plain, accessible language. It presents a consistently encouraging tone, urging resilience regardless of obstacles. Unlike more introspective poems of its era, it avoids psychological complexity in favor of direct moral instruction.
Structure and Style: Written in rhymed quatrains with a regular rhythm, the form supports its message of persistence through predictability. The meter is mostly iambic tetrameter, typical of early 20th-century popular verse. This formal consistency aligns with Guest’s habitual use of conventional structures across his body of work.
Place in Author’s Oeuvre: Among Guest’s extensive output of optimistic, morale-boosting verse, this poem stands out for its sustained focus on endurance. While many of his works celebrate everyday life, this one zeroes in on crisis and personal fortitude. It reflects his broader tendency to address common struggles with reassuring simplicity.
Historical Context: Composed during a period when industrialization and economic instability affected many Americans, the poem speaks to early 20th-century values of self-reliance and grit. It mirrors societal expectations of stoic perseverance, particularly during the interwar and Depression years.
Less-Discussed Angle: While often read as a universal call to persist, the poem subtly promotes a bootstrap ideology that overlooks structural barriers. It assumes effort alone leads to success, a notion common in Guest’s time but less persuasive in contemporary discourse. This perspective contrasts with modern critiques of meritocracy.
Engagement with Contemporary Concerns: Though pre-dating late modern formal experimentation, its didacticism and clarity contrast sharply with the fragmentation and irony typical of post-1900 poetry. Its persistence in popular culture reflects ongoing cultural reliance on motivational rhetoric, despite shifts in literary taste. 
 
 
Published in the Detroit Free Press (March 4,1921).
This poem is now in the public domain.
 

Edgar Guest (1881 - 1959) was born in England,  but moved with his family to Detroit, Michigan, when he was ten years old. He worked for more than sixty years at the Detroit Free Press, publishing his first poem at the age of seventeen, then going on to become a reporter and columnist whose work was featured in hundreds of newspapers around the country. Edgar is said to have written some 11,000 poems during his lifetime, most of it sentimental, short, upbeat verse. Critics often derided his work, but America adored him. He was known as the "People's Poet," served as Michigan's poet laureate, hosted a long-running radio show and TV show, and published more than twenty books.

 

It's all about perseverance, tenacity, determination and will-power to not to give up - especially when the things are going wrong, and when one is seemingly swimming against the tide. This poem reminds us that there are seeds of success in every failure, and that's why we mustn't quit.Sep 1, 2014

https://www.facebook.com/poeticcalamity/posts/dont-quit-by-edgar-guest/996729582464867/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9y7k7oigI_Y

 

 

https://www.barclayfuneralhome.com/obituaries/Charles-Michael-Larocque?obId=28076935

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3dNodLbdiY

 

A motivational poem by Edgar Albert Guest - Don't Quit.

Music - Interstellar Movie (Soundtrack)
Speaker - Chris Lines

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

 

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The Hill We Climb - Poem Review

I was told this was the best part of the inaugriation event of the new Harris Biden administration. Let's see what its all about.

 

https://fb.watch/3caEeVL6E4/

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hill_We_Climb

"The Hill We Climb" is a poem written and recited by Amanda Gorman at the inauguration of Joe Biden on January 20, 2021. The poem was written in the weeks following the 2020 United States presidential election, with significant passages written on the night of January 6, 2021, in response to the storming of the United States Capitol. Gorman was twenty-two years old when she recited the poem, making her the youngest inaugural poet ever.

"The Hill We Climb" was widely praised for its message, phrasing, and delivery. Critics generally considered the recitation one of the highlights of the inauguration. Many felt that the poem represented a call for unity and would remain relevant beyond the inauguration. Gorman drew large amounts of attention, particularly on social media, after the poem's recitation and several collections of her poetry topped best seller lists."

 

When day comes, we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it.   Amanda Gorman, "The Hill We Climb"

 

When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We've braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn’t always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time
Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promised glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it’s the past we step into
and how we repair it
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free
We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it

--Updated on Jan. 21 at 7:01 a.m.

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