Wild Nights
Wild nights! Wild nights!
We’re I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds to a heart in port,–
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! The sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
—Emily Dickinson
I asked ChatGPT to compose a poem modeling Emily’s poem, and here is the Artificial Intelligence created one:
God’s love! God’s love!
If I could feel,
God’s love should be
My heart’s ideal.
Futile the doubts to a soul at peace,–
Done with the worry,
Done with the tease.
Resting in heaven!
Ah! The grace!
Might I but dwell
Forever in that place!
HI Bing,
What an inspired idea to use AI to reinvent Emily Dickinson’s poem! I thinbk this AI “poetical creator” must have had a mind of its own! It seems to have written a complete poem, but one that’s far afield from the Divine Emily D’s glorious creation, which is much more concise and beautifully crafted. Thank you for sharing this!
Write on,
Karin