from The Ship of Death

Build then the ship of death, for you must take
the longest journey, to oblivion.

And die the death, the long and painful death
that lies between the old self and the new.

Already our bodies are fallen, bruised, badly bruised,
already our souls are oozing through the exit
of the cruel bruise.

Already the dark and endless ocean of the end
is washing in through the breaches of our wounds,
Already the flood is upon us.

Oh build your ship of death, your little ark
and furnish it with food, with little cakes, and wine
for the dark flight down oblivion.

By D.H. Lawrence


"Do I fear the invisible dark hand of death," Lawrence had asked once, "plucking me into the darkness, gathering me blossom by blossom from the stem of life into the unknown of my afterwards? I fear it only in reverence and with strange satisfaction."



Dolphin kept aside the book of peoms he was reading.It was a fullmoon night.Death as a strange satisfaction,hmm....Dolphin had a faint smile across his face.No idea what he was thinking, but it somehow gave a feeling he was enjoying his thoughts.