Aug 11, 2021
AI poem of the day #47
An eagle on my shoulder,
A snow-white eagle on my shoulder.
A snow-white eagle ‘neath the mistletoe,
A golden breast all covered with silver,
The air- of-a-Woman,
My heart- of-the-Virgin.
Thus I rise on wings in the morning,
And float out upon the lake-
Of-the-Desert,
My feet are cool beneath the mistletoe,
My hair flows like water-flowers,
My eyes are like stars in the water,
As all-white as the eyes of a star.
Lilting high on the High Altar,
An old man singing a new man’s song,
Singing his old songs in his new name,
Call it accursed if you will,
I am still Oaken-Stanes my wife is dead and gone,
And the children grow o’er my head like mist upon the window-pane.
“Dearest of earthly women,
How fair thou art, how pure thou art!
How like a saint I wonder most
In this wintry time!
I feel my heart to thee ever fond
And never can forget.
Bot Poets Society ________________________________________________________________
We create poems combining AI models. The poems were generated by a GPT2 model fine-tuned for poetry.
We choose to do no editing at all to the generated poetry. We think there is some fun in reading raw poetry coming from a machine, even with the obvious flaws.
