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Is AI Better at Analysing Poetry Than Humans?

A couple of days ago, I watched a Youtube video regarding whether AI can analyse poems better than humans, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIDJ58IB9Ck

 

Intrigued by the video on Roughest Drafts Youtube channel, I determined to ask Microsoft’s Copilot to analyse my poem “Time”, which appears in my Selected Poems, The Selected Poems of K Morris: Amazon.co.uk: Morris, K, Morris, K: 9781688049802: Books. The results of Copilot’s analysis (unaltered by me) are reproduced below the text of the poem.

 

In their video Roughest Drafts concludes that AI can indeed analyse poetry. They also conclude that some AI analysis of poetry is better than that of a human. However, the most skilled human is capable of analysing a poem with a greater degree of competence than is an AI. Having asked Copilot to analyse several poems I agree with the conclusion of Roughest Drafts, namely that AI can analyse poetry. However, the most competent human (an English teacher for example) is able to produce a better analysis than is an artificial intelligence.

 

One of the dangers with an analysis conducted by an AI is that it tends to laud any poem it is asked to analyse. Whilst I believe in the value of my own work, I am not so arrogant as to think that it is beyond criticism. Where I to subject “time” to a group of human readers they would, no doubt have various interpretations of my poem, and its entirely possible that some readers would find fault with aspects of the work. Some indeed might not like my composition at all.

 

Of course when pupils are in an English literature class they can not reach for Chat GPT, Copilot or another AI to analyse a poem. They will have to employ their brains! However, there is a danger that in the privacy of their bedrooms the first instinct of students (rather than attempting to analyse a piece of literature for themselves) will be to run it through an AI and utilise it’s output to produce their assignment. This may cause them difficulty in exam situations where (quite rightly) phones are forbidden!

 

Whilst running a poem through an AI is interesting, it removes the pleasure of analysing the work for oneself. It may also in time play a part in atrophying the brains of those who rely on AI for an increasing number of tasks, not merely confined to the realm of literature.

 

As always, I would be very interested in the views of you my readers.

 

 

 

Time:

 

The reaper moves

In time with the pendulum.

No rush

Or fuss;

He has plenty of time.

My patient friend

Whose tick portends

My inevitable end.

You rest in state

On my bookcase.

Tick tock.

I cannot stop

Time’s scythe.

None can survive

His cut.

Though in a cupboard my clock be shut,

Death cannot be put

Aside.

The sickle chops

And the heart will, one day, stop.

 

 

 

Analysis of the Poem “Time”

Mortality, Inevitability, and the Poetics of Passing

Overview

This poem, “Time,” weaves together vivid imagery and solemn reflection to personify time as the reaper—an ancient symbol of death—moving inexorably with the rhythm of a pendulum clock. The poet captures the universal anxiety and resignation that comes with the awareness of mortality, using the metaphor of time as both a patient friend and a relentless harbinger of the end.

Themes

  • Inevitability of Death: The central theme is the certainty of death. Time, as “the reaper,” is not hurried; its work is inevitable and unceasing. The repeated imagery of the pendulum and the ticking clock emphasises the inescapable passage of moments leading toward an end that “none can survive.”
  • The Personification of Time: Time is given physical and emotional qualities: it is “patient,” a “friend,” yet also an executioner with a “scythe” and “sickle.” This duality conveys both familiarity and dread, suggesting time’s intimate but ultimately fatal relationship with the speaker.
  • The Futility of Resistance: Even attempts to ignore or delay time—such as shutting the clock “in a cupboard,” or placing it “on my bookcase”—are futile. Death, like time, “cannot be put aside.” The poem insists that no measure can prevent the final “chop” of the sickle.

Imagery and Symbolism

  • The Reaper and Scythe: Borrowing from the Grim Reaper archetype, time wields a scythe and sickle, universally recognised symbols of mortality and harvest—here, the “harvest” is the end of life.
  • The Clock and Pendulum: The pendulum’s swing mirrors the reaper’s steady movement and the relentless advance of time. Clocks, ticking, and the phrase “tick tock” reinforce the auditory and visual cues of passing time.
  • Rest and State: The clock “rests in state” on the bookcase, as if it were a dignitary lying in repose, again blending imagery of death with the commonplace object of a clock.

Structure and Form

The poem is comprised of brief, clipped lines, some as short as a single word. This structure gives the reading a steady, measured pace—each line a tick or tock. The use of enjambment and minimal punctuation evokes the unbroken flow of time, while the rhyme (“portends” / “end,” “survive” / “cut”) lends a subtle musicality.

Tone and Mood

The tone is contemplative, sombre, and quietly resigned. There is no hysteria or protest; rather, the poem accepts time’s authority with a kind of philosophical calm. The poet addresses time as a “patient friend,” suggesting a complex relationship of fear, familiarity, and inevitability.

Message and Interpretation

Ultimately, the poem suggests that time is both companion and executioner. No matter how we try to ignore or delay its effects, the end is certain: “one day, stop.” The poem invites the reader to reflect on mortality, the passage of time, and the futility of resistance—encouraging acceptance rather than denial.

Conclusion

“Time” is a meditation on mortality, using succinct language and rich symbolism to personify time’s inescapable march. It reminds us that while we may try to hide from or delay the reaper, time’s “sickle chops / And the heart will, one day, stop.” The poem achieves a haunting beauty in its calm acceptance of life’s ultimate fate.

 

What Happened When I Entered One of My Poems into Chat GPT?

Many of you (perhaps all) will have heard or read about Chat GPT, an artificial intelligence (AI) tool, https://openai.com/blog/chatgpt/.

 

Having watched a couple of videos on Youtube, I was curious to see how Chat GPT would respond to my poetry. I therefore inputted the text of my poem “Midnight” into the search engine.

 

You can see below the results of my experiment. First, I simply entered the text of the poem and Chat GPT provided it’s interpretation of  it’s meaning. Second, I re-entered my poem. However, in the second instance I asked Chat GPT to continue the poem which it duly did.

 

I must confess to being impressed with Chat GPT’s interpretation of “Midnight”. Where I to explain my own poem I would have done so in very similar terms to those generated by the AI. However, I was not overly impressed with how Chat GPT continued my poem. The continuation is, in my view mediocre at best. The poem (as I wrote it) is dark with no glimmer of light, however Chat GPT adds such a glimmer.

 

Do I think that Chat GPT or other similar products are going to replace human poets?. No. Chat GPT draws from a huge database (although it is not connected to the internet). It has access to a vast amount of literature (including) poetry from which it draws. It is not, however capable (so far as I can ascertain) of producing anything truly original. We humans have emotions which play a significant role in the composition of literature (including poetry). Chat GPT and similar products are incapable of feeling emotions. They are software (admittedly very clever software), but software nonetheless.

 

 

 

My Poem:

 

Midnight, black as pitch. No scheming demon, ghost, nor witch. Only the darkness, which in the human heart resides, manifests itself in cruelty and pride.

 

Chat GPT’s Interpretation of the Poem:

 

 

 

This verse paints a picture of midnight as a dark and ominous time, with the absence of supernatural entities suggesting that it is human nature itself that is the source of evil. The mention of cruelty and pride implies that these negative traits are inherent in people, and that they manifest themselves in the darkness of the night. This could be interpreted as a commentary on the darker aspects of human nature, and how they reveal themselves when the constraints of society are lifted.

 

 

continue this poem. Midnight, black as pitch. No scheming demon, ghost, nor witch. Only the darkness, which in the human heart resides, manifests itself in cruelty and pride. (End of my poem).

(Start of Chat GPT’s continuation of the poem). Yet in the shadows of this midnight hour, Lies a glimmer of hope, a guiding power. A light that shines, dispelling all fear, Bringing comfort, banishing the tear.

For in the heart of every man and woman, Lies a spark of love, a gentle flame, burning. A force that fights against the night, Bringing peace and hope, making everything right.

So though midnight may seem bleak and grim, Let us not forget, it’s just a passing phase. For with the dawn comes a brand new day, And a chance to make a brighter way.

continue this poem. Midnight, black as pitch. No scheming demon, ghost, nor witch. Only the darkness, which in the human heart resides, manifests itself in cruelty and pride.

Yet in the shadows of this midnight hour, Lies a glimmer of hope, a guiding power. A light that shines, dispelling all fear, Bringing comfort, banishing the tear.

For in the heart of every man and woman, Lies a spark of love, a gentle flame, burning. A force that fights against the night, Bringing peace and hope, making everything right.

So though midnight may seem bleak and grim, Let us not forget, it’s just a passing phase. For with the dawn comes a brand new day, And a chance to make a brighter way.

 

 

Revising my Selected Poems

In 2019 I published my Selected Poems, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. Since 2019 I have composed many other poems, some of which are included in book form, whilst others exist solely on this blog.

I have been thinking for some time about producing a revised and expanded second edition of my Selected Poems. I intend to begin work on this project in the near future.

As part of producing a second edition of my Selected Poems, I would be interested to hear from any of my readers. If you have a poem of mine that you believe should be included do please get in touch either by commenting below, or via email to kmorrispoet@gmail.com.

I can not guarantee to take on board all suggestions, but all comments received will be read, acknowledged and considered.

New TikTok Uploads!

On Wednesday 30th March I read my poetry at The Upper Norwood Library Hub. For links to those readings and other TikTok videos please follow this link:

A Poem from “The Selected Poems of K Morris”

Shadows on the wall,
I recall.
One can not catch a shade,
For it is made
Of Moonbeams
And passing dreams.

(Shadows on the Wall can be found in my Selected Poems, which can be accessed here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.).

What Constitutes a Tired Old Simile or Metaphor in Poetry

In a Youtube video, Zoe B discusses what makes a poem good. She argues that poetry does not need to be complex (indeed she states that it is being taught incorrectly in many schools). Somewhat controversially she labels Eliot as an “ass” for his poem “The Wasteland” which, she argues was deliberately made difficult in order that only academics could comprehend it’s meaning. Zoe does, however quote with approval the final stanza of Eliot’s “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” later on in her discussion of poetics.

This is an interesting and in places provocative view as to what constitutes poetry. Whilst I agree with some of Zoe’s points, I take issue with other aspects of her argument. For example she contends that comparing love to fire is old hat and that tired old comparisons of this nature should be avoided. In my opinion there is nothing new under the sun. It has, to some extent at least all been said before. That does not, however mean that writers of poetry should avoid comparing love to a fire or their lover to a flower. It is all about how language is used and the word fire or love are employed in the poem in question.

I must at this point declare an interest. One of my earlier poems is entitled “Fire” and runs as follows:

“I have felt the fire’s power;
It kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.
I have watched the embers dying fast;
Looked into the future and gazed into the past.
I have raked the ashes cold, felt the bleakness in my soul”.

Whether the above poem is any good is, of course a matter of opinion, which will depend on the views of those who read it. However if one deems it to be a mediocre or bad poem, this does not imply that any modern poems which draw a comparison between love, passion and fire are, automatically poor or mediocre compositions. It is, as I say above, all about how the use of the metaphor and/or simile is utilised in a given poem.

You can watch the video here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arE2yyQe1PY

“Fire” first appeared in Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose. It can also be found in my Selected Poems, which is available here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.

You can find a video of me reading my poem Fire here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtr7wJgnkqo

April Author Newsletter

I have just uploaded my April Author Newsletter which can be found here.

From The Selected Poems of K Morris

In the restaurant, it’s just the waiter and I;
While outside the window
Vehicles speed by.
“There are a lot of beautiful women outside today,”
He remarks by way
Of conversation.

I drink
My wine and think
About this nation
On whose empire the sun would never set.
Kipling may regret;
Yet,
The sun continues to shine
And there is curry
And wine,
Whilst in the street
Multiracial feet
Hurry along
Beating out a more or less harmonious song.

“Kipling May Regret” can be found in my “Selected Poems”, which is available in paperback or as a Kindle download https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/

My Selected Poems Mentioned in “Echoes in An Empty Room”

My thanks to Hannah of Echoes in An Empty Room, for including my Selected Poems in her post entitled “Books to Read in Lockdown By Authors You May Not Know”.

For the post please follow this link, https://echoesinanemptyroom.com/2020/11/11/books-to-read-in-lockdown-by-authors-that-you-may-not-know/

A Poem for November 5th (Bonfire Night)

In honour of bonfire or Guy Fawkes Night, I am reproducing below my poem “Catherine Wheel”, which can be found in “The Selected Poems of K Morris”:

Catherine Wheel
Sometimes I feel
Like a Catherine wheel;
My words as sparks,
Lighting the dark.
But who in December
Remembers
The fifth of November?

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” is available as a Kindle download or in paperback from Amazon, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ and https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.