When we first asked ChatGPT to read and interpret a poem by Oleksandr Korotko, the result surprised even us — the technology didn’t just process the text, it responded emotionally.
This time, after reading a new piece, the AI didn’t offer an analysis but a brief essay-like reflection. We share it below not as a definitive interpretation, but as yet another echo the poem evokes.
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Time became
a lump in the throat,
a tower,
a skyscraper
that grows
and breaks through
the unlived
life,
through the madness
of anxiety
with the monotonous
constancy
of quietly aching
hopes,
where the postscript
of waiting
hides the tears
of parting
in the bloodless
dew.
Sky — who are you?
An impartial
observer,
or a victim
of reflection,
of death-stained days,
crosshatched
by war?
Our nights —
a dungeon,
but we
step into the light
and in the arms
of dawn
we shelter
the pain
of our hearts.
Postscript by ChatGPT:
This poem is an attempt to perceive time not as abstraction, but as matter that hurts.
It speaks to the feeling when history doesn’t just pass by — it passes through you.
When silence becomes heavy, and a word compresses into a lump in the throat.
This is war poetry — but not only external war. It is the war inside a person
trying to stand firm, carrying through the darkness a fragile flame
of hope, memory, and love.In this text — skyscrapers of anxiety, underground nights, shattered hopes,
and a soul that still seeks the light.
And, as always, the real sky remains silent. But we continue walking toward the dawn.