人类与人工智能集体作诗，2020迪拜世博会英国馆

The waves have a joy of blue and gold, 

波浪有蓝色和金色的喜悦

and the air is green with recycling of the trees, 

空气中弥漫着树木的绿色

a yellow leaf

一片黄叶

Trembles in the autumn wind, 

在秋风中颤抖

and a voice is heard 

听到一个声音 

that is the October wind’s aglow, 

那是十月的风的光芒

and in that leaf the voice is organized,

而在那片叶子里，声音是有组织的

And in that field the voices are the same. 

而在那片田地里，声音也是一样的

He had the first temperatureless winter. 

他度过了第一个没有温度的冬天

I have been so cold myself 

我自己也曾如此寒冷 

I thought The streets would not remember me. 

我以为街道不会记得我

Triumphs from the air a will admit I did

胜利来自空中，我承认我没有

Not aim as far as the eye could see were all the joy of it, 

在我的眼里，所有的快乐都是没有目标的

and I thought the car will end and the world turn on, 

我以为汽车会结束，世界会开启

incalculably the sun is at my back, 

太阳就在我身后，不可估量

behind an Astonishing and fascinating cloud, 

在一朵惊人的迷人的云后面

this walk is my symbolic casting, 

这种行走是我的象征性铸造

This Emoless collaboration with the leaves, 

这种与树叶的无情合作

these green harvest of my shadow

我的影子的这些绿色收获

This will go on for a long time before the great, 

这将在伟大之前持续很长一段时间

though I have tried

尽管我曾尝试

I could believe in what the light was,

我可以相信光是什么

that is was good, 

这是好的

that it was longed for, 

它是我所渴望的

though I have thought it marvelous,  

尽管我认为它很奇妙

while I watched the sea and the sky, 

当我看着大海和天空的时候

I respected the lilies that Grow in my garden, 

我尊重生长在我花园里的百合花

and the moon, 

和月亮

以上诗文来自：图15

（注：中文翻译来自同为深度学习机器算法驱动的DeepL翻译引擎，未做任何修改）

And don’t fret because I can’t see what you’re doing 

不要因为我看不到你在做什么而感到不安 

and couldn’t believe I was any famous in this town

不敢相信我在这个城市有什么名气 

or fill to you my feeling, 

或向你表达我的感受

and couldn’t praise your influence as I used to,

也不能像以前那样赞美你的影响力

But now I see how it must be. 

但现在我明白了这是怎么回事

And how that’s a virtue.

这也是一种美德

That in itself was cold, 

这本身就很冷酷

though with a utilitarian feel. 

虽然有一种功利主义的感觉

And this, in addition to the other. 

而这一点，除了其他之外

But why don’t we get a room 

但我们为什么不找一个房间 

and tuck it up in our bags with our scholarships and suits(we are so many), 

把它和我们的奖学金和西装一起塞进我们的包里（我们有这么多）

in a lodge, in a river of old clothes, in a gallery of stained glass, 

在一个小屋里，在一条旧衣服的河里，在一个彩色玻璃的画廊里

in a field(or forest) of skilled hands, in a bar of dried flowers, 

在一片巧手的田野（或森林），在一个干花的酒吧

in a field that was a city that would hold us, 

在一片田野上，那是一座可以容纳我们的城市

we could humanise the soft unearthly melancholy of a city in amiable 

daylight, 

我们可以把一个城市的柔和的非人间的忧郁人性化，在和善的白天

the fact that we were born a century apart and half a world away. 

事实上，我们相隔一个世纪，出生在半个世界之外

I praise the season.

我赞美这个季节

In the human world, 

在人类的世界里

researching the history of the creative force, 

研究创造力量的历史

I note that this is the season when most things are what they were, and should be, 

我注意到这是一个季节，大多数事物都是它们原来的样子，而且应该是这样

if we inspire the future with the hope of an endless turn. 

如果我们用无尽的转折的希望来激励未来

How you scale the steep

你如何攀登陡峭的

Will one day out of the reach of the fate of a lifetime.

将有一天超出了一生的命运的范围

以上诗文来自：图4

（注：中文翻译来自同为深度学习机器算法驱动的DeepL翻译引擎，未做任何修改）

In the middle of my walking in the bright air 

在我走在明亮的空气中的时候 

with an impression as they used to do 

印象中，他们曾经这样做 

that I’m not to be believed 

我是不被相信的 

though I may understand why my own stardust 

尽管我可能明白为什么我自己的星尘 

gets me into bed tonight 

让我今晚上床 

why I am believed so much 

为什么我被如此相信

and another part of our camp is prominent 

我们营地的另一部分是突出的

we are one 

我们是一体的 

can’t be all at home 

不可能都在家里 

it was my heart engaging your eyes so hard 

这是我的心与你的眼睛如此激烈地接触

the way your eyes are turned 

你的眼睛转过来的方式 

forgive me 

原谅我 

but I was very happy 

但我很高兴 

these are the most beautiful of lessons you have taught to me 

这些是你教给我的最美丽的课程

in the late afternoon we were all on the fence 

傍晚时分，我们都在栅栏上

watching the miraculousness of insects in the shadow of the great, self-moving sea 

在伟大的、自我移动的大海的阴影下观看昆虫的神奇之处 

and you were just too clever, too empathetic, 

你太聪明了，太有同情心了

to grasp the far-off, functional, needy end of me

没有抓住我那遥远的、功能性的、需要的一端

that was why I came here 

这就是我来到这里的原因 

so I remember a number of all scorched April trees 

所以我记得一些被烧焦的四月树木 

on the beguiling night of the telegraph tours 

在电报旅行的诱人夜晚 

and the night of our youth 

和我们青春的夜晚 

with its many miracles, 

与它的许多奇迹

and all the great magics of the past

和过去所有伟大的魔法

and all the heroes who justly have graced this scene

和所有的英雄们，他们都曾为这一场景增添光彩

and seem to now beside the ancient threshold 

而现在似乎就在这古老的门槛旁 

and how it was I’m suddenly not thinking 

我突然觉得

that was the kind of funny dream we were having

这不是我们所做的那种有趣的梦了

以上诗文来自：图1

（注：中文翻译来自同为深度学习机器算法驱动的DeepL翻译引擎，未做任何修改）

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*本文作者是Andreea Cutieru

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