Robert Frost: A Lover's Quarrel with the World

"Never do it to pay a bill – cos you probably won't." Robert Frost's advice to aspiring poets could apply to any calling in life. But especially to the arts. His passion for poetry not only paid his bills but won him four Pulitzer prizes. And Shirley Clarke's documentary of his life won her an Oscar.

Robert Frost was a quintessentially American poet. He could express the charm of rural life with a depth that allowed this love of nature to inspire thoughts of life and the universe. We see him both through the eyes of a filmmaker researching his earlier years, and again with live footage, up close in his last months, still working. He is perhaps to Americans what Rabbie Burns is to Scots, so although his language is quite accessible it takes me a while to warm to the man.

His common-garden assertions, "Peace is something you only get by war or the threat of war," need a little more substance to convince me. His pro-Americanism – "the greatest country that has ever existed" – sounds mere arrogance to a foreigner who doesn't happen to agree. He seems a nice man. But why are so many in awe of him? Then we have shots of Frost giving a lecture, including readings of his own work. A tremendous, vibrating voice. Eyes of many in the audience are glistening. Biting a lip, you can feel them savouring each syllable. (Yes, he also brings a tear to my sceptical eye.) Listening to Frost is almost a spiritual experience. There is no discernible reason for the effect his simple words have. He becomes his words. (Readers who remember the 60s can maybe identify with similar sort of charisma that Dylan held sway as you sucked into the words flowing off his tongue.) If Frost comes alive reading his verses, set in the countryside, it lets us see the man in a new light. As he digs potatoes. A man of the earth. Of the soil. But above all, a man. A man who can express in words to reach anyone the unique feeling of becoming one with the land. Breathing in the breadth of the countryside, its timelessness. A slower pace. One that re-charges overworked city batteries that run on caffeine and tomorrow's deadline.

"When I see birches bend to left and right

Across the lines of straighter darker trees,

I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.

Ice-storms do that."

I had never more than glanced at Robert Frost's poems. But by the end of the film I was enchanted. His work has a pastoral quality reminding one perhaps of Seamus Heaney (Compare, if you will, 'Birches' with Heaney's 'Exposure'). Both men tend to blur the distinction between humour and seriousness. They want us to enjoy the grand cosmic joke that is reality.

Frost is evidently pleased with the way Clarke is making the movie. He suggests, gesturing, that it is being done right 'this time' (apparently dissing earlier documentaries of his life). This involvement with the camera is typical of Clarke's tendency to make the film-making part of the subject of the film.

A Lover's Quarrel with the World is less harrowing in style than Portrait of Jason, with its monolithic attention to the documentary subject until he breaks down and exposes his 'soul'. Clarke's portrayal of Frost is loving and respectful, yet also seems to bring out the essence of the man. This film is more accessible, and one of Clarke's most mainstream offerings. The structure eventually makes all the film an illustration of his lecture, his lecture an illustration of his poetry. The film becomes the Poem.

"I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world," he wrote in his own epitaph. This line is from a poem called The Lesson for Today. In the film, Frost says, "I thought of modifying that, and saying I had my lover's quarrels, plural, with the world, but I make that one sustained quarrel all my life . . . It's a long sustained quarrel." And as if to balance wryly that thought with its opposite, another Frost saying is, "I never take my side in a quarrel." A remarkable accomplishment.

A fascinating window into the great poet in the final year of his life, doling out philosophy, talking about his life, and reading some of his work to rapt audiences. God-fearing and unabashedly pro-America, yet with such a gentle, humane way about him, even when he mentions that Ezra Pound should have been shot for treason for his fascist activities in Italy during the war.

A couple of quotes: "Some people like to think it starts with a phrase or something; I think it starts with a mood. As Poe said somewhere, you know, he never - he wrote lots of prose and he had a hard life and died at 40, the poor boy. But he said he never touched the poetry, except when, you know, with something - "the sacred touch." And that's a strong word for it, but that feeling that you could never do it unless you - never do it to pay a bill, because you probably won't."

"You know, I've often said that every poem solves something for me in life. I go so far as to say that every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world. But of course, any psychiatrist will tell you that so is making a basket, or making a horseshoe, or - giving anything form gives you a confidence in the universe that it has form, see? When you talk about your troubles and go to somebody about them, you're just fool, you know the best way to settle them is to make something that has form..."

I found this production to be apt in various ways. The brief runtime of less than an hour was welcomed, and the transitions between scenes worked well. When Frost gave talks at several esteemed colleges, I found his wry humor and depth of character quite moving. On the other hand, the camera dwelled too long on the student attendees. While I don't question their enamored looks (for they were listening to one of their heroes), it just felt like too much. The scenes on his farm worked the best for me. They revealed Frost's loving reverence for the earth, and his dogged physical work even in his eighties.