My weirdest Frost experience has been "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." My child received the gift of a lavishly illustrated picture book with the verse printed in it. The poem is so desolate, but as far as I could tell, neither the illustrator, nor the publisher, nor the gift-giver, had given it a moment's thought. There was even an illustration of a cheery farmhouse, with yellow lantern light spilling out the windows onto the snow. This farmhouse is precisely absent in the poem.