ORIGINAL COMMENT:  I have Robert Frost reading several poems on a old 33 1/3 rpm vinyl. He does the best with the little known The Witch of Coös. His recitation of The Gift Outright at the Kennedy Inauguration is something I shall recollect until I die.  

UPDATE:  Today is October 31. 2007, and in honor of Halloween, last night I dug out my old vinyl 33 1/3 rpm record of Robert Frost reading his poetry and I transcribed The Witch of Coös over to digital and unto my IPod so I could listen to it today.

The Witch of Coös is my favorite occult poem, and it is of American origin.  The author stays with a mother and son, overnight.  They are old belivers or pagans still practicing witchcraft and the mother must be an accomplished witch, according to the author.  The poem goes on to describe how mother and her French Canadian husband, killed the mother's lover and buried him in the cellar. One winter night a skeleton came up the stairs and the couple let it up into the attic and nailed the door shut where it still remains. The name on the mailbox was Toffile Lajway which is the local spelling of the Quebec name, Theophile Lajois.  The text of the poem follows.  It is not too long, and you might enjoy part of it, at least!  It is too large to enter into the box.

http://www.internal.org/view_poem.phtml?poemID=162

There are a few pieces that are very good, and one (Stopping by Woods) that has a strong personal attachment for me, but generally Frost is a pedestrian poet.

I've long liked Robert Frost's poetry and can't remember the time when I wasn't familiar with the phrases "I took the one less travelled by" and also "miles to go before I sleep" - and the poems from which they come are comfortable and well loved to me. In more recent years, however, I have come to appreciate many more of Frost's less well-known writing. "Desert Places" is one of my favourites as it speaks to the lonely times we all experience from time to time. "What Fifty Said" and "Fire and Ice" makes their points in very few lines, and "Out, Out" tells a story that tears at my heart. I could go on, but those who already know Frost don't need to be told -- and those of you who have yet to explore his work will find out for yourselves where your favourites are.

Thanks to the kind Canadian friend whose encouragement has prompted me to read some of Frost's poems more carefully i revise my score upwards.Several less familiar ones- Birches,Range-Finding,To Earthward,Come In,The Oven Bird and the lovely The Wood-Pile - are already pleasing for their unpretentious,perceptive and generous observations of nature etc.There's clearly more here than is apparent on initial readings,and i've yet to properly gauge the depth.Acquainted with the Night,and The Road not Taken are well-known ,and i've long been very fond of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.He's admired by many and i expect my own appreciation to increase.