Two socks on two circulars

Yarn: "Essential" from Knit-Picks - color: Ash

Needles: 2 size 1 circulars - 24"

Pattern: Ringwood Pattern from Nancy Bush's Knitting Vintage Socks

Another lost piano poem (Justice)

This is the poem that caused me to begin collecting piano poems in the first place -- and then I couldn't find it again. I couldn't remember the name of it! --- Imagine!

I'll copy it here so it won't get lost again. It's by Donald Justice, and is called:

VARIATIONS FOR TWO PIANOS
(For Thomas Higgins, pianist)

There is no music now in all Arkansas.
Higgins is gone, taking both his pianos.

Movers dismantled the instruments, away
Sped the vans. The first detour untuned the strings.

There is no music now in all Arkansas.

Up Main Street, past the cold shopfronts of Conway,
the brash, self important brick of the college,

Higgins is gone, taking both his pianos.

Warm evenings, the windows open, he would play
Something of Mozart's for his pupils, the birds.

There is no music now in all Arkansas.

How shall the mockingbird mend her trill, the jay
His eccentric attack, lacking a teacher?

Higgins is gone, taking both his pianos.
There is no music now in all Arkansas.

-- by Donald Justice

Bio from Wikipedia:
Donald Justice (born in Miami, Florida, August 12, 1925 - died in Iowa City, Iowa, August 6, 2004) was an American poet and teacher of writing. He graduated from the University of Miami and went on to teach for many years at Iowa Writers' Workshop, the nation's first graduate program in creative writing. Some of his students there included Mark Strand, Charles Wright, Will Schmitz and Jorie Graham. He also taught at Syracuse University, the University of California at Irvine, Princeton University, the University of Virginia, and the University of Florida in Gainesville.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Justice

Knitting Group Baby Shower

California Girl and Opry Mills

My sweet daughter came to visit this month and we had a wonderful time. We shopped at Opry Mills (and almost got lost in the place but this nice fellow gave us directions.

Went to a luncheon the next day, and the next to my knitting group's luncheon and baby shower for Sarah.

The next day, we met Aunt Nan, Carol and Melissa at Cracker Barrel for an early lunch and shopped again at the mall here -- (which seemed tiny after Opry Mills.) When we got home, I was ready to take a NAP, but CG decided to clean out a closet (BIG project) Then we watched a Netflix movie (Georgia Rules) and the next day she had to fly away again.

What a good visit. She is fun to be with.

Mother's Day 2008

I loved these flowers from my son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter in Oregon . . .

and my daughter sent this wonderful set of knit-picks dp needles!

Yeats' Long Legged Fly

After swatting at these flying critters for weeks now, I wish they'd all go back to the stream. Remembered this poem -- by one of my most favorite poets... and though it is hard for me right now to see this flying guy as a genius, or symbol of peace...

William Butler Yeats

That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps ate spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.

That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope’s chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding reclines
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

Online text © 1998-2008 Poetry X. All rights reserved.
From Last Poems | 1939

What does the poem mean? The article in JSTOR gives some considered thoughts on this. (second link)
Art, Beauty, Genius? Caesar, Cleopatra (?), Michaelangelo?

http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~martinh/poems/yeats.html

http://www.sbhshome.org/Shared%20Documents/English%2012CP%20poetry%20research%20articles/Yeats,%20William%20Butler/Yeats9.pdf