Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it

Disclaimer: If you've not visited my site before, my work focuses on how computers interpret lines of poetry. The above image was entirely generated by neural networks (OpenAI's CLIP, BigGAN) from only the title of this post, which is a section of a poem by Emily Dickinson.


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This image is the result of 50 iterations of running these opening lines of Emily Dickinson’s poem, “Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it”, through a modified version of BigSleep, a script using OpenAI’s CLIP and the

The poem itself:

Consecration

by Emily Dickinson

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.