Here are three poems by Ezra Pound, ChatGPT and Norman Flagtea. Which is which?
Beneath the aged oak, she sits in quiet grace,
A once young woman, lines etched on her face.
Her gaze lifts skyward, where memories soar,
A dance with time, a tale to explore.
In feathered ballet, a bird takes flight,
A silent witness to life\'s fleeting light.
Through weathered eyes, she glimpses the free
A reflection of youth in wings that flee.
THE TEA SHOP
The girl in the tea shop
Is not so beautiful as she was.
The August has worn against her.
She does not get up the stairs so eagerly;
Yes, she also will turn middle-aged,
And the glow of youth that she spread about us
As she brought us our muffins
Will be spread about us no longer.
She also will turn middle-aged.
flies as it will
and sleep comes
or doesn\'t come
but the morning is bright
the bread crusty
and the coffee hot
but don\'t you think
that everything is fine
because the demsel flies
as it will?