Li Bai Poem

To His Wife

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Three hundred sixty days a year
Drunk I lie, like mud every day.
Though you’re married to Tai-po, wife,
You might as well have been the Tai-chang’s spouse.

The Poet Thinks of His Old Home
On the Death of the Good Brewer of Hsuan-Cheng

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