How was a Poem Composed
The following poem is inspired by a poem written by a giant figure of the Romantic Period and his sister who writes a diary. When years later the diary reads again by the poet then amazing poem emerges. So it is full of allusion, the problem is like this 'can AI recognize the allusions in this poem then used them in generating many rhyming poems?' Let's check them out but before that you may explore the poem thoroughly.
How was a Poem Composed
Composing a poem is a mysterious thing.
A lesser poet or the greatest one do the same thing,
Always having a strange way in making and creating
Experiencing directly or just referring and quoting.
The greatest man of cloud did the similar thing,
After in Eusemere eating and in the lake walking
The notes of a threatening and misty morning
Becoming the way for recalling and remembering.
Then two years later a beautiful poem appearing
Talking about the flowers fluttering and dancing
Stretching never ending with the heads tossing
Under the breeze sprouting the gay sparkling.
It is said that among the ploughing and the breathing
The lake was waving and the wind was howling,
Beyond the Gowbarrow Park the flowers marching
Showing how this colony flirting and seducing.
Among the mossy stones they are growing, resting,
Sleeping, dancing, smiling, tossing, and marching.
The fiery storms winding and the giant waves roaring
But never they disturbing nor damaging causing.
The raining is coming, the Luff under the reaching,
It is time for resting, putting the whole thing
On the note making for the future referencing
Then the amazing lines sprouting and emerging!
Yes ... the swaying and amazing lines are waiting
Dancing and tossing through the path of traveling
Whispering the hope of light full of promising
Bridging and answering the human eternal longing!
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When the title 'How was a Poem Composed' is used as a key word for AI Poem Generator, then the result is like this:
In days of old, when tales were told
And stories spun, with magic untold
A poet sat, with quill in hand
And dreams that danced, in his mind so grand
He pondered long, with thoughts so deep
How to craft a poem, with beauty to keep
He sought the muse, with heart so pure
And waited for the words to pour
The wind it whispered, with secrets so sweet
Of tales untold, and dreams unmeet
The poet listened, with heart so wide
And let the words, his soul inside
The words they flowed, like a river so bright
With rhymes so rich, and metaphors so tight
The poet wrote, with passion so true
And the poem, it came to life, anew