The Ship of Death By D.H.Lawrence
By: Bijay Kant Dubey I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves. And it is time to go, to bid farewell to one’s own self, and find an exit from the fallen self. II Have you built your ship of death, O have you? O build your ship of death, for you