My Robot Emily Dickinson

When AI gives you ideas

July 18, 2021

My Beloved and I were messing around with an A.I. program this evening, and decided to recite some Emily Dickinson to it to see what the transcription would be. The A.I. made one little mistake that brought me so much joy, I decided to play with it for today’s SFD.

Hope is the thing with feathers

That parties in the soul

And drinks the wine and asks for more

And dances down the hall.

Hope is the drunken dancer

That stumbles her way home

And fits her key to any door

And lands there, soft and warm.