Classic Poem

Blue is my Beard, Suzanne; my Beard is Blue!
Blue as the nose that graduate drunkards wear ...
Blue as the tumbled meadows of wide air
Pallas Athene's chariot plunges through...
(I don't know why I drag in Pallas, Sue,
Except the name sounds rather flossy there) ...
With my Blue Beard and with your Crimson Hair,
Affinities predestined, Me and You!

Mayhap I've told you why Wife Twenty-seven
Left me to mourn and climbed the starry way
Up from a thirty-dollar flat to Heaven? —
Suzanne, the woman carelessly turned gray!
I gently slew her one sweet Autumn even...
These poignant old regrets! Ah, Welladay!