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Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the meadow-bee
And visit only where I liked,
And no man visit me,
I’d soar above the verdant hills,
In search of hidden glades,
Where sunlight filters through the trees,
And dances in the shades.
The breeze would be my constant friend,
The sky my boundless roof,
And in the hush of nature’s breath,
I’d find my living proof.
For in the silence of the wild,
My soul would find its peace,
A gentle, endless wandering,
Where all my cares would cease,
In nature’s vast embrace,
My heart’s true, quiet lease.
"Do you like Emily Dickinson? Her poetry is beautiful, isn’t it? Original,
evocative, vivid. The rhymes are subtle. The lines flow softly from one image
to the next.
If you thought these stanzas were written by Dickinson, you are not alone. All
but one of the eight students who participated in our pilot study on responses
to AI-generated poetry thought so too.
Yet only the first four lines are Dickinson’s. The remaining lines were
generated by OpenAI’s GPT4o. You can read what Dickinson actually wrote here:"
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Cheers,
*** Xanni ***
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mailto:xanni@xanadu.net Andrew Pam
http://xanadu.com.au/ Chief Scientist, Xanadu
https://glasswings.com.au/ Partner, Glass Wings
https://sericyb.com.au/ Manager, Serious Cybernetics
