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Eliot, and others in the pantheon of English-language poetry.
Apparently, the complexity of human poetry was mistaken for confusing AI rambling.
Yet, as AI tools improve, those assumptions are increasingly put to the test.
This isnt just an academic exercise, either.
Some tender buds were left upon my stem
In mimicry of life,
But ah!
the children will not know,
Till time has withered them,
The woe
With which they’re rife.
