The one-way flow of time we take for granted, but what if the valve is defective? What if the threads on the stem wear thin, or the stuffing box or the bonnet ring leaks, or the joints to the pipe ring fail, and there's a backwash? It happens.

as if to see some hint in the sky’s blackboard. almost as before, and you try to get on with your life. == The Valve. by David R. Slavitt. The one-way flow of time we take for granted, but what if the valve is defective?

but what if the valve is defective? What if the threads on the stem wear thin, or the stuffing box or the bonnet ring leaks, or the joints to the pipe ring fail, and there's a backwash? It happens. And then old loves, meeting again, have no idea what to do, resuming or not resuming from where they were years before. Or the dead come back to chat.

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Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby and David R. Slavitt's The Valve, a key point is a time in both stories because Jay Gatz’s dream is to go back in time to recreate his memories with Daisy as well as the poem’s symbol of time being represented.

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about as strong a lure as love. They told me there’d be pain so when I felt it, sitting at my beat-up farm desk that looks out glass doors onto the browning garden—plain sparrows…

wet like turning the valves- leaving them open letting me soak up again and again with joy like fresh cool water on my face an awakening reminder that You know what is best - and I don't. That amidst the sleepness nights, the flashing lights and the welling ache-You love me ©

2025年2月5日 · by warriors who bleed on battlefields. who predicted open wounds. cowers behind moon. of academic absence. I hate being alone / in a world filled with pottery / and plastic playthings. / I don't de. Published at the web's largest poetry site.