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
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*"Above a precipice in the rye" - Russian name of "The Catcher in the Lye".