Classic Poem

Responsively
Our whole house shakes to the thunder's psalm,

Windows react
To the wind's offices, and I am turned all the way around

By the bold sound
That represents, in one sense, almost nothing at all

But, in another sense,
The presence of an old God—popular,

Avuncular,
Gullible, petty, sports-minded, omnipotent, girl-crazy,

But nothing now
But noise, with some nominal vestiges of awe. One

Could tell it to
Roar on. Byron told (James said “besought”) the deep blue sea

To roll,
Longfellow told the flower of the lily to bloom on. Romanticism

Did things
Like that. Redundant. So what the hell: throw

Your hammer, Thor!
Thunder, thunder. Be yourself. Provoke apostrophes. That's it.

Responsively
Our whole house shakes to the thunder's psalm,

Windows react
To the wind's offices, and I am turned all the way around

By the bold sound
That represents, in one sense, almost nothing at all

But, in another sense,
The presence of an old God—popular,

Avuncular,
Gullible, petty, sports-minded, omnipotent, girl-crazy,

But nothing now
But noise, with some nominal vestiges of awe. One

Could tell it to
Roar on. Byron told (James said “besought”) the deep blue sea

To roll,
Longfellow told the flower of the lily to bloom on. Romanticism

Did things
Like that. Redundant. So what the hell: throw

Your hammer, Thor!
Thunder, thunder. Be yourself. Provoke apostrophes. That's it.