dissonant personalities yet somehow we make it work

love is patience communication understanding

the differences are superficial our cores match

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Love Is by Jamie Tukpah

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insignificant floating along with no impact

untouched and touching nothing simply drifting

it would be nice to feel grounded a sense of purpose

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Purpose by Jamie Tukpah

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Harriet waited to see if anyone else would come forward. Then… “Shall I?” she said. “I could try…” She picked up her skirt and stepped carefully onto the leaf nearest her, then onto a larger one. She was scarcely heavier than a child and the leaf held. To a spatter of clapping from Lobotsky and the girls, she raised her arms and took the classical attitude of the Winged Mercury, smiling shyly at Maximov as he stooped to his viewfinder.

—A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

Henry moved his aching head on the pillow. His mother’s impatience came across to him as tangibly as if she was pacing the floor or biting her nails. Yesterday, knowing how badly he had failed her, he had tried to get out of bed and find some of that white stuff which the nuns put on his rash to make it itch less. He had thought that if he covered his face with it properly, they might think he was better and let him travel on—and then his mother would be happy again. It was a silly thing to think, but measles made you muddled… and anyway it hadn’t worked, because before he could get to the cupboard the room had begun to spin around and Sister Concepcion had come and scolded him and carried him back to bed. Only I must get better quicker, thought Henry. It was awful, letting down his mother when she had taken him on a proper adventure. The ship had been lovely; everyone had been so kind. They had seen dolphins and flying fish, and the captain had let him go on the bridge. And then, just when the best bit was about to begin—the journey down the Amazon—God had sent him the measles.

—A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

He smiled at her, the gray eyes serene and comforting, and led her on to talk not of her home which he knew would give her pain but of Cambridge itself, that incomparable city. And if had doubted his feelings, those doubts would have been banished by the greed with which he longed to share her childhood and her memories.

—A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

“When I read about love in Cambridge—and I used to read a lot because my aunt Louisa let me do my homework in the public library to save the gas—I got very discouraged. It seemed to me that as soon as you loved anyone very much, you were inevitably doomed. You know… Heloise and Abelard, Tristan and Isolde… To love in moderation was all right, but when it became excessive… total… you were punished. And yet it must be right, surely, to give everything? To hold nothing back? That must be what one wants to do?” “Yes, one wants to do just that. And I assure you that there are plenty of people who have loved truly and found their Avalon or their Hesperides and set up house there and tended their crops and lit their fires. Only who cares for them? Who writes about the valley with no earthquake, the river that is not in flood?”

—A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

Nearby the Daisy May floated quietly at anchor. A cormorant turned a yellow-ringed and disbelieving eye on the intruders and clapped off across the river. In the still water, the colors of the sunset changed from flame to primrose and a last glimmer of unearthly green. Rom, usually aware of every stirring leaf, noticed nothing; he was lost in the horror of what he had just seen.

—A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

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a coin of sky heady clouds blissful wisps shooting star tails copper streaks

the frog in the well sees only this insensible to the mighty mountain and stormy sea

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Frog by Jamie Tukpah

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But more serious than the inconvenience of rearranging the choreography for the corps was the need to rehears a new “Odette-at-the-window.” For Olga had been the girl who, dressed as the Swan Queen in her white tutu and glittering crown, flutters at the window in such anguish to show the Prince that he has been tricked—that the girl he has just promised to marry is not the real Odette, but a usurper. It is a short scene, scarcely three minutes in all—yet it is rare for anyone to leave the theater without recalling the image of that beseeching, moonlit figure, exiled from happiness and love.

—A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

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preserve me in your amber heart cage me in your cavernous chest

carry me with you a part of you always and forever

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Amber by Jamie Tukpah

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You smile and it’s war-torn and weary the soft petals of your mouth wilting

I’d tell you you’re beautiful if I thought for a moment you’d believe me

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“War-torn and Weary” by Jamie Tukpah

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Anne, Princess Royal reading a book in a bookstore while being absolutely the hottest, 1968.

to be the center of the universe

the most precious pampered and spoiled the most cherished coddled and indulged

isn’t addiction inevitable

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Center by Jamie Tukpah

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atomize me inhale my essence so I can be in your lungs in your blood a part of you essential

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Atomize by Jamie Tukpah

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