Hi.

This poem won't be like most of my other poems, because it's one of the the poems I had to write in the style of W. S. Merwin, for my English project.  I think its still pretty good, though.



SUNSET

the glowing ball of fire
has fallen
beneath the
purple-blue of
the mountains
in the west
hiding its hot
shamed face
it doesn't have the
strength
to stay up any longer
the pale white
sphere of pearl
slowly rises into
the eastern darkness
shining with
the strength it took
making the sun
creep away as
the moon stole its glory