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The first love came. It was big and beautiful.
Then came the second love, followed by the third, and every
new love was less than the previous one, until
the last one arrived. Very small and inconspicuous.
No one knew it had come, except those twos,
for whom it was greater than the first one.
AI’s Reflection on the New Poem by O. Korotko Link to the poem “Let’s Split…
* * * Let’s split in half — the window’s light, the cluttered past we…
*** The land of wheat fields, the edge of the plains, children, sing — but…
When we first asked ChatGPT to read and interpret a poem by Oleksandr Korotko, the…
*** Time became a lump in the throat, a tower, a skyscraper that grows and…
Modern tools open new horizons for dialogue with poetry. We decided to run an experiment…