Bored From Painting Comments

This poem reminds me of a scene in D. H. Lawrence's WOMEN IN LOVE when after a violent argument with his lover, Rupert goes into a forest, strips his clothe off, and spends the night in nature as a fellow denizen to animals and plants. At dawn, covered in dew, he is refreshed in body and soul, and liberated. I sense that same nature-infusion in this poem, the same refreshment and liberation. You are, as Nietzsche put it, thinking with your blood. It leads to a release from boredom or stress, not permanently, but the night adventure gives a respite from whatever is nagging at your soul. Life proves intractable, living it is vexed, mother nature absorbs the discontent, purges it. NEW DAY = NEW MAN.

This reminds me of a scene in D. H. Lawrence's