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For the Winners List, double click on 2010 Winners and Festival. For text of the poem, please scroll down to the bottom of this page. Thank you.
Art Schwartz, Bill Schwartz
"Getting to Your House, " Grand Prize Winner by Art Schwartz of Rockville Center, New York, read by his brother, Bill Schwartz.
"Getting to Your House" by Art Schwartz as danced by Natica Angilly's Poetic Dance Theater Company.
"Getting to Your House" by Art Schwartz as performed at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor Art Museum
Art Schwartz's "Getting to Your House" as performed at the 17th Annual Dancing Poetry Festival, September 18, 2010
Bill Schwartz accepts the awards, congratulations, ovations and bows for his brother, Art Schwartz

GETTING TO YOUR HOUSE

By Art Schwartz, Rockville Center, NY

2010 Grand Prize Winner

 

Of all the things I know,

I think the best

is how to get to your house

through the winding alley

to the boulevard,

and then across the lot,

and then the streets.

 

The firehouse,

the market place

the school all urge me on,

they aren't only objects anymore;

they tell me where I am,

they say I haven't lost my way

and that I still remember.

 

Even so, I worry

that I might forget a turn

and then become confused

in noise and smoke

among the factories

and find myself in

some strange, other place.

 

I know it's foolishness

to worry I'll forget

a thing like that which is

myself, and part of me forever,

and yet I often think

I might forget the most

important thing I know.