A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems/On Going to a Tavern
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ON GOING TO A TAVERN
By Wang Chi
These days, continually fuddled with drink,
I fail to satisfy the appetites of the soul.
But seeing men all behaving like drunkards,[1]
How can I alone remain sober?
- ↑ Written during the war which preceded the T'ang dynasty.