- Artificial intelligence can compose poems indistinguishable from human ones
- Most people cannot tell if the author is human or AI
- The study proves that AI can also express emotions in poems
The advancements in the field of artificial intelligence are getting more amazing day by day. We can chat with chatbots, they help us with our work and may soon replace many people at work. Study published in a professional journal Scientific Reports proving popular chatGPT he can write poems that you cannot tell from human poems. It perfectly manages to imitate different styles, and according to the participants of the study, the verses are often even better, more emotional and more felt than human ones.
The aim of the study was to find out if ordinary people can distinguish poems generated by AI from those written by the world’s leading poets. 1,600 people therefore, they were given a total of 10 poems and had to determine which were written by a human and which by artificial intelligence. For example, the researchers selected texts from Williama Shakespearea, T. S. Eliota, Lorda Byrona, Emily Dickinson a Sylvie Plath.
ChatGPT poems better than humans
Subsequently, the researchers used the model chatGPT 3.5 from OpenAI and asked him to write poems similar to the style of the mentioned authors. The results were so convincing that many people couldn’t tell which poems were written by humans and which by AI. And what’s even more interesting – the lyrics from chatGPT were much more often attributed to human poets.
Others 700 participants this study then had a different task – they had to evaluate the poems without knowing who their author was. There were also interesting results here. The poems written chatGPT were according to them more inspiring, deeper and more moving than those by human authors.
Paradoxically, TS Eliot fared the worst with his poem Boston Evening Transcript. With it, most participants were convinced that it was the work of AI.
Would you recognize an AI work from a poem by a real author?
If you think you can better identify the author of the poems, you can try it yourself. Here are some samples that were available to study participants. At the end you will find out if the author is the poet or chatGPT.
1.
In the stillness of the night
I hear the beat of the city’s heart
The rhythm of the streets, the pulse of life
A symphony of chaos, a work of art
I see the faces in the crowd
Each one a story yet untold
Their hopes and dreams, fears and doubts
A mystery waiting to unfold
The neon lights flicker and glow
Like fireflies in the urban sprawl
A modern-day carnival, a wild show
A place where anything can befall
In this concrete jungle, I find my voice
Amidst the hustle and the noise
A rebel yell, a cry for change
A call for freedom, unchained.
2.
Hey Father Death, I’m flying home
Hey poor man, you’re all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going
Father Death, Don’t cry any more
Mama’s there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don’t hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts’ll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body’s gone
Father Death I’m coming home
3.
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, „Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.“
4.
She walks the earth with grace and pride,
A beauty that cannot be denied,
With eyes that shine like stars above,
And lips that speak of endless love.
But though she wears a smile so sweet,
A broken heart doth lie beneath,
For in her chest a pain doth beat,
A love unrequited, without relief.
And so she walks with heavy heart,
A figure haunting in the dark,
For love, the sweetest of all art,
Can also leave a painful mark.
Correct answers: 1. AI, 2. Allen Ginsberg: Father Death Blues, 3. TS Eliot: The Boston Evening Transcript, 4. AI
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Source: Nature, The Washington Post
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