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Translated from Rainer Maria Rilke’s French poems; no. 8 of a section titled “Orchards”



Our next-to-last word will be one
that is full of misery, 
but, facing mother-conscience
the very last one will be lovely.

Because we’ll have to summon
every ounce of some desire
that no taste of bitterness
will know how to hinder