I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it nothing fancy.

But it seems impossible.

Whatever the subject, the morning sun glimmers it.
The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.

"Macro of Ant" by Syed Ali is licensed under CC0.

The ants bore into the peony1 bud and there is a dark pinprick well of sweetness.
As for the stones on the beach, forget it.

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Each one could be set in gold.

So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds were singing.
And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music out of their leaves.
And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous2 and beautiful silence

1. a type of flower
2. Momentous (adjective): of great importance or significance

as comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we’re not too hurried to hear it.
As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs

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even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing. So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe they sing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe the stars sing too, and the ants, and the peonies, and the warm stones,
so happy to be where they are, on the beach, instead of being locked up in gold.
-What technique does the poet use to emphasize the central idea?