In memory of J.D. Salinger

In memory of J.D. Salinger

Above a precipice in the rye … But now behind verge,
But now among and trills of larks and clouds …
Run, do not stand – if not a catcher – we’ll catch.
So many snare is everywhere now!

Above a precipice … But so it’s serene here!
It is – the Savior and a noose – a rye.
The sky above it is without mere,
And coast of precipice is similar to lie.

Above a pre … But wouldn’t rise if fall…
Now try to find Him in this boundless World.
«Above a precipice in the rye»* - I’m with my soul -
It soars in the sky, while I fly downwards …
27.01.10