for want of – because of a lack of The Poetry of Bad Weather Someone had propped a skateboard 1 by the door of the classroom, 2 to make quick his escape, come the bell. 3 For it was February in Florida, 4 the air of instruction thick with tanning butter. 5 Why, my students wondered, 6 did the great dead poets all live north of us? 7 Was there nothing to do all winter there 8 but pine for better weather? 9 Had we a window, the class could keep an eye 10 on the clock and yet watch the wild plum 11 Notes: nod with the absent grace of the young. 12 We could study the showy scatter of petals. 13 We could, for want of a better word, call it “snowy.” 14 The room filled with stillness, flake by flake. 15
for want of – because of a lack of The Poetry of Bad Weather 1 Someone had propped a skateboard 2 by the door of the classroom, 3 to make quick his escape, come the bell. 4 For it was February in Florida, 5 the air of instruction thick with tanning butter. 6 Why, my students wondered, 7 did the great dead poets all live north of us? 8 Was there nothing to do all winter there 9 but pine for better weather? 10 Had we a window, the class could keep an eye 11 on the clock and yet watch the wild plum Notes: 12 nod with the absent grace of the young. 13 We could study the showy scatter of petals. 14 We could, for want of a better word, call it “snowy.” 15 The room filled with stillness, flake by flake.
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