{"product_id":"graces-for-the-wonder-rg-cantalupo-9798374006438","title":"Graces For The Wonder: Poems by rg cantalupo 1978-2023","description":"Graces For The Wonder is an astonishing collection of rg cantalupo's award-winning poems from 1978-2023. It includes such poems as The Art of Poetry, Walking Water On Earth, Involving Residence, The God Box, and many other memorable and deeply-moving poems.\u003cbr\u003eCantalupo is not only a poet, but also a playwright, filmmaker, novelist, and director. His work has been published widely in literary journals in the United States, England, and Australia.\u003cbr\u003eHis books include The Light Where Shadows End, Kill Today, So Tomorrow Will Not Come, You Don't Know Me, Involving Residence, No Thanks, Walking Water On Earth, The Art of Naming, Graces For The Wonder, A Red-Starred Gold Flag Flutters In the Wind, The Last Strigoi, and The Endurance: Journey To Worlds End.\u003cbr\u003eHe served with the 25th Infantry Division as an RTO (radio operator), for an infantry company from 1968-69 and received three purple hearts and a Bronze Star with a Combat V for Valor Under Fire.\u003cbr\u003eHis books can be purchased through New World Publishers or the author at \u003cb\u003ergcantalupo@gmail. com\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eIgloo\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003ePerhaps merely the idea of whiteness draws us, \u003cbr\u003ethe way the white lines, the fissures of ice, the \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003emade structure itself disappears inside the silent\u003cbr\u003edepths. Or perhaps the way the wind dies down \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eto a muffled growl as we slip inside the white\u003cbr\u003eskin of bear, the belly of the moon; or the way \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003ewe are left then with only language, our voices\u003cbr\u003eheard in this white dome of the cosmos, our \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003estories flickering in the fire; left with only these\u003cbr\u003eshadows written on the walls of snow: Here the \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003etrick of permanence, there the illusion of stilled\u003cbr\u003ewater, the gift of holding river and storm quiescent \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003ein the rough texture of our hands. No day now.\u003cbr\u003eNo night. The vast turquoise sky not changing to \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003ea black mask pricked with eyes. Out of the flames\u003cbr\u003egods come, spirits, ghosts bearing visions and old \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003ebattles. Out of the white nothing, we create the\u003cbr\u003eliving light, the universe of blood, a new world. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eWalking Water on Earth\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eEach day I do this. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eI open their mouths, lift\u003cbr\u003eup their silent tongues, \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eand slide my foot inside\u003cbr\u003elike a wordless prayer. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eI do this as I've always done, \u003cbr\u003eas my father did, as my brother \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003edoes, tying together the days\u003cbr\u003efrom here to there, from my \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eeight year-old red racers to my\u003cbr\u003eolive-drab jungle boots \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003espattered with lives. I do this\u003cbr\u003efamed or unknown, loved or \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eunwanted, whether I'm walking\u003cbr\u003ein my garden or along the jetty. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eI do, do and do, not stopping\u003cbr\u003etill I'm done, holding my shoes \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003elike tiny horses in my hands, \u003cbr\u003epulling their reins tight, and \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003ethen letting them go, letting\u003cbr\u003ethem take me where they will. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eI do this without knowing, \u003cbr\u003eunafraid that I cannot see \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003efar ahead, perhaps only a\u003cbr\u003efew steps--from here to the \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003ekitchen, from here to the\u003cbr\u003edoor and out onto the \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eblack rivers of the world, \u003cbr\u003ewalking water on Earth, \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eeach day a parable of where\u003cbr\u003eI've been. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eWhen I Leave\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eI'll leave quietly\u003cbr\u003eLike frost from a blade of grass. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eI'll pack my words in my guitar case\u003cbr\u003ebeside letters from my brother and my son, \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eand walk toward the highway\u003cbr\u003esearching for the path through my name. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eOne day when I'm gone, \u003cbr\u003emy words will return to you. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eYou'll hear them calling\u003cbr\u003ein the cricket's trill. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eYou'll hear them calling\u003cbr\u003ewalking home in the dark. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Rg Cantalupo\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-13:\u003c\/b\u003e 9798374006438\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublisher:\u003c\/b\u003e Independently Published\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage:\u003c\/b\u003e English\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublished:\u003c\/b\u003e 01\/23\/2023\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePages:\u003c\/b\u003e 220\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Paperback\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWeight:\u003c\/b\u003e 0.72lbs\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSize:\u003c\/b\u003e 9.00h x 6.00w x 0.50d","brand":"Rg Cantalupo","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":47201059995903,"sku":"9798374006438","price":15.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0662\/2982\/9887\/files\/img_4b8c6a6e-476d-4851-8778-df34ec41201d.jpg?v=1756788750","url":"https:\/\/www.whiterainbookhouse.com\/products\/graces-for-the-wonder-rg-cantalupo-9798374006438","provider":"WR Book House","version":"1.0","type":"link"}