“There comes, even to kings, the time of great weariness. Then the gold of the throne is brass, the silk of the palace becomes drab. The gems in the diadem and upon the fingers of the women sparkle drearily like the ice of white seas; the speech of men is as the empty rattle of a jester's bell and the feel comes of things unreal; even the sun is copper in the sky and the breath of the green ocean is no longer fresh.” MenFeelsWhiteSunSeaSkyKingsSpeechOceanEmptyGoldBreathsGreenFingersIceBellsThronesPalacesUnrealSilkGemsWearinessSparkleBrassCopperJester Book:Kull: Exile of Atlantis Source: Kull: Exile of Atlantis
“WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching, Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving. No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing, Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing, Fulfilling our foray.” TwoTogetherLawEnjoyWaterSleepCitiesBoysAirSeaArmsEatingDancingDrinkingSouthFingersLeavingFearlessBreathingBeachEasePriestsFulfillingCompanionshipSailingThreateningChasingUp And DownStretchingClingingElbowsMisersStatutesTurfExcursionsNorth And South Book:Walt Whitman's Songs of Male Intimacy and Love: Source: Walt Whitman's Songs of Male Intimacy and Love: