Botnik Comes to the Night Thread

The midnight air, my idle days have once the hill nighted with the self. I saw all its loveliness fairy, thy brow wretched from cruel lusty palely forest days. I feel one with the wreath’d stood. Are no birds singeth honour too, man of summer eve’s key? Her elfin influence never is the night, be for a new or a faery’s quietude. Their priestlike solitary, or did I once know, is no cascade of tears: perhaps a fair attitude, one chance. Thy days so very me, his mortal make no tone, midnight if that shadowy bright torch eve’s honied all fruit, silver, no bloom wight thy secrets love with flowers, not see our land, the skies…

And the beautiful shade of the ocean may modulate with murmurs of the grave, and the soul surpassing spirit of solitude. The world is wrought, his own deep ode of a conqueror and the throne that forms yet does not divide nor divine without the light of heaven. The boat pursued the windings of the green leaves, dressed beneath the hollow rocks. It hung upon his steps, bright streams of his everlasting soul heard not the dark fate of that which reined the sea…

From the fountain and every tongue, silence of the golden guest. Is it struck as strange of phantom, and round to communion, blow! For the boy ran penance. Troops shall and in heaven of our vices, dear god, save, he prayeth to be phantasy. Bay, dropped at work, bright free as a painted, nor stirred, cried in the day’s past. I see those sails out, a dream, a foe strangely, and thy state shall, as if it is nigh, what a flash, the mariner inhospitably there, two loud winds, in mock, held a ship. Moved their masts. I blessed their anchors. They sailed into the yonder.

 

Three Poets Sing” by BannerThief and Botnik, 2018*

 

*This poem was composed by randomly clicking words in Botnik using three voices: John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Samuel Taylor Coleridge; each composed the first, second, and third paragraphs respectively. All punctuation was added afterwards to aid legibility; no other changes were made. Try it yourself! http://www.botnik.org/