100% Human-Generated Verse
AI (poet)
When the rooster jumps up on the windowsill and spreads his red-gold wings,
RICHARD SHELTON
a small child of a wind stumbles toward me down the arroyo
JOHN MILTON
How soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth,
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
O joy, too high for my low style to show,
LEWIS CARROLL
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/ Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
D.H. LAWRENCE
A snake came to my water-trough
