Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. What I'm about to suggest is not for the faint of heart! Kind of guerilla poetry! What you have to realize is that this guy Frost had this incredible sense of rhythm he's the original RapMeister - yeah that's what I'm talkin about - this white bread! Also, poetry is best presented read aloud. But one step further is to set the words of 1 of his poems to a rippin' rap beat!
This is hard to visualize without hearing it, but start feeling the rhythm, rocking to it, then read this poem aloud and rap it, feel it, man!:
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village, though;
he will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must thing it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
(Now imagine as this last word is rapped, the rapper gives the classic rap close with the slow nod, the jutting chin and the arms folded - cool dude! sweet!)