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By Hafez
For years my heart inquired of me
                   Where Jamshid's sacred cup might be,
And what was in its own possession
                   It asked from strangers, constantly;
Begging the pearl that's slipped its shell
                   From lost souls wandering by the sea.

Last night I took my troubles to
                   The Magian sage whose keen eyes see
A hundred answers in the wine
                   Whose …
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By Ada Limón
Enough of osseous and chickadee and sunflower
and snowshoes, maple and seeds, samara and shoot,
enough…
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By Maggie Queeney
laurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown           heifer          bank of marsh reeds,
handful lashed into pipes, …
Poem
By Maggie Queeney
The look I am hunting: the one
that through color and cut glares the starer into a skull or a skein
of lightning, a switch stalled at dawn, or the gloaming
along an equator. What fascinates I shine like flame-blackened foil,
a rhinestone snoring at lake bottom, a wreck's brass-bound astrolabe,
bright as hard tender, newly minted, mewling…

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Euphony is, in essence, the musicality of poetry. It often evokes positive emotions in the reader or listener and can contribute to the overall mood or atmosphere of a poem.

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