人工智能写的诗 原创诗

An age of artificial intellegence has come. True creativity. Poems as a proof. 

贴四首诗， 猜猜看， 那两首是 AI 创作的， 请给出您的原因。 

Madness

 

Madness in her face and I.

The world that I had seen,

And when my soul shall be to see the night to be the same and,

I am all the world and the day that is the same and a day i had been.

A young little woman i am in a dream that you were in,

A moment and my own heart in her face of a great world.

And she said the little day is a man of a little,

A little one of a day of my heart that has been in a dream.

 

Moon and Tide

 

In your eyes shone a full moon.

In my heart surged a high tide. 

Beyond a beach in maroon,

We sailed to an island’s curbside. 

You dreamt a rainbow,

You said, hung over the horizon’s window.

I was blinded by moonlight,

I said, on a starless silent night. 

Sun rose and tide fell.

Where was I last night?

Would you kindly tell?

 

When I consider how my light is spent

 

When I consider how my light is spent, 

   Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, 

   And that one Talent which is death to hide 

   Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent 

To serve therewith my Maker, and present 

   My true account, lest he returning chide; 

   “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?” 

   I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent 

That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need 

   Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best 

   Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state 

Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed 

   And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest: 

   They also serve who only stand and wait.”

 

Orange Light

 

I conduct myself in a windy manner because I am

  Drunk and enchanted in this field.

  The oxygen around my head is rabid

  And filled with orange light

Like a equinoctial tiger to its flesh.

  My heart moves violently

  On this neon ship.

  I promise as I were a rotting ghost

Forced half-open in love

  In front of the gray agony of the darkness

  And decaying droplets of acidulous gold.

I reply, only fear and geology are the

  Leaves of belligerence.

  I’d do it for the geology

  And I’d do it for the fear of your response.