JavaScript Poetry

Perpetually struggling to combine my love for English Literature and the joys of wrestling with JavaScript, I started remixing my favourite poems with code.

These are the results.

These are amazing: forEach()
.join(‘ing’ + ‘ a neighbour’), as though console.log();
Were a still document.write.
Arranging by Math.Floor(Math.Random * infinity);

From the original John Ashbery “Some Trees”:
These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

The DOM is lovely, dark and deep,
But I had Promises(); to keep
And functions to call before I sleep,
And functions to call before I sleep.

From the Original Robert Frost “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Let us unshift();, You[0] and I[0],
When the arrays.length spread out against the DOM
Like a query delayed upon a database;

From the Original T.S. Eliot “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;

there’s no break;
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
while(1);

From the Original Charles Bukowski:
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

JSON.parse(), what are you looking for?
After many strings you’ve returned
with objects you’ve tended
under foreign domains
far, far away from your own HTTP://

From the Original George Seferis “Return of the Exile”:
Dear friend, what are you looking for?
After years abroad you’ve come
with images you’ve tended
under foreign skies
far far away from your own land.

These functions
Are a kind of loop, an entity of iteration
Into which data enters, and is apart.

From the Original John Ashbery “The Skaters”
These decibels
Are a kind of flagellation, an entity of sound
Into which being enters, and is apart.

Two objects diverged in a yellow array,
And sorry I could not .join() both.

From the Original Robert Frost “The Road Not Taken”
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both

So much depends
upon

the red semi-
colon

underlined with
error

beside the white
closing parenthesis.

From the Original William Carlos Williams “The Red Wheelbarrow”

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens