Instruments on willow trees

I just found a beatiful picture in a psalm:

"By the rivers of Babylon--
there we sat down and there we wept
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
we hung up our harps.

For there our captors
asked us for songs,
and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying,
"Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"

How could we sing the Lord's song
in a foreign land?"

Hanging the instruments on the trees, that's so individually expressing image of sadness, homesickness and resistance all togheter. The end of the psalm is shockingly cruel. It is number 137.

From my window

The Bell Jar

The voice of the girl, who tells the story, caught me. The strong personality of the main character in Sylvia Plath's novel, I would even say a little aggressive attitude combined with deep sensitivity is so simply natural, it creates the strange feeling that she lets me very close to herself, but stays in a great distance, which cannot be dissolved under any circumstances.

"When I am week, Then I am strong."

I was full of pity when she was escorted to the electroshock room, and it was a suprise, when she started to be more balanced after getting a series of regural electric therapies. I wouldn't say a happy suprise; more a silent release caused by seeing her release, which emerges from accepting the situation, she got into, and especially accepting herself in this situation. Her battle with the world around does not vanish, but it melts into the running of normal affairs.