The Computation of Poetry, by James M. DeLello

What do computers know of blank and verse,

Of meter, rhyme, and poetry unfurled?

What would they say if they all could converse?

They carry facts and document the world.

They do connect and listen to us speak.

They follow stars and patterns as space curled.

I see them grow now, far beyond the peak

They reached the last year, last month, yesterday.

What would they look for if they all could seek?

If I walked up to one, what would it say?

I type these words that follow on the screen

And wonder what the hard drive would convey.

Will I grow old and find that what they’ve seen

Now comes to words from hearts of the machine?

-James M. DeLello