So, we’ll go no more a roving by Lord Byron So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we’ll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Poems for Teenagers
1) “For Every Wave: Poems for Every Day of Summer” by Sharon Creech (pgs. 47 – 48) 2) “I Am a Rock” by Donald Hall (pg. 24) 3) “We Don’t Own This Place” by Leif Enger (pg. 1) 4) “For the Flightless Bird of the Snowy Mountains” by Joseph Campbell (pg. 56) 5) “Translations for Children” by Thomas Mallon (pg. 2) 6) “A Young Person’s Guide to Heaven” by Diane H. Callaghan (pg. 21) 7) “A Child’s Introduction to the Great War” by Margaret Peterson Haddix (pg. 17) 8) “Translations for Children” by Thomas Mallon (pg. 2) 9) “A Rose for Emily: A Novel for Children of All Ages” by Kate DiCamillo (pg. 94) 10) “Read On by Lois Lenski (pg. 11) 11) “Feminist Viewpoint,” The Pajama Game (pg. 44) 12) “A Place for Us” by Fatima Farheen Mirza .
The First Love
When I’m holding you close And feeling your body on mine and I still can’t believe that you’re mine. I look at your face, the brown eyes with a wide smile that turns into a laugh and it makes me want to stay forever. To laugh with you and to smile with you and to share what we’ve learned of life. I won’t laugh at you but I’ll feel a smile. I want you to know I’ll see what you’re dreaming in the way you whisper my name. That you’ll see me and I’ll know that I’m your one true love. Grownup I like the way you write with your round, flat, rectangular hands and I like to watch you spread ink and write names on your papers in letters that make perfect lines.
The Terror of Death
If you ever walk the shore and the sea-cry rises And wails of the dead, then think not of me. Be not distracted, I warn you; I’m too sick for That watch, a small bright slit. We are warm and well fed here; but in the tombs We are tormented by rotting worms, and the weight Of bodies. The Grave With falling pale grey day, Before the swirling mist, my father’s bones I do see once more; alone, all that I’ve lost In passing on. See, my beloved body, bedraggled from his grave, Like a fish in a broken net, you clutch the stars. I’m not here with you; do I speak to the dead? Or the restless waves? Are they asleep, or are they awake? I’m coming to a quiet moment when I know I’ll never walk the shore again, And hear my father’s calling.
The Joy of Life
By Emily Dickinson O love, the wonder of love When the sun is way; Poppies, roses, and hydrangeas, All glorious in bloom, Each as fair as the one that This same bloom has sent By magic, from its cave; Some sing a tune to the song; The breeze softly plays the tune, Lifts the prettiest flower, But does not sound like the nightingale While singing in the garden; On the hill of the dead, the farmer Sometimes hears it, but he does not know Who sings with the prettiest mouth, From that green garden.
Conclusion
You can argue it won’t impact your child. You can tell yourself it’s just a poetry collection. Or, you can give the poems a chance and see for yourself. Remember, adolescents are notorious for ignoring things they’re not interested in just to pass the time. So, your teen can be quite gullible, especially at this stage in their life. Give the collection a try. If you’re not an adult poet, it might be the best thing you can do for your teen. Trust me, there are a lot of poems that you’ll love.
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