Joy Katz (b Newark, New Jersey) is an American poet, who was recently awarded a 2011 National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship for Poetry.
She is the author of three poetry collections, most recently All You Do Is Perceive, a National Poetry Series finalist (Four Way Books, 2013), The Garden Room (Tupelo Press, 2006), and Fabulae (Southern Illinois University, 2002). Her work appears in Ploughshares, Gulf Coast,Conduit, Barrow Street, Colorado Review, Court Green, and Verse, Slope, The New York Times Book Review, Parnassus, and Prairie Schooner. Katz was raised in Buffalo; Philadelphia; Camden, Maine; and Cincinnati. She earned a B.S. at Ohio State University, an MFA at Washington University in St. Louis, and she held a Stegner Fellowship at Stanford University. Katz is an editor-at-large at Pleiades. She teaches poetry workshops at the Chatham University MFA Program in Creative Writing. She married a playwright, Rob Handel, on May 28, 2005, and lives in Pittsburgh.
Solicitous of its own business. Not chewable, and never mordant.
How to say a chair as I would say a hand? One looks out
from the brows: wooden, unaltering.
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is spreading, indefinite at the edges as idea
or a dream escaping.
Words are weary as tow-pound chain.
The rain waits, all lightness and rising;
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No woman holds her arms like this. A garden must come
up like full-blown crows. A garden of grown-up trees and sawblades.
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has no alertness. Lying innocently
its paperhood frees it. Paper is a moral rotary.
You can no more object to it than to Switzerland;
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The purified fleets of nations have pulled in.
Christianized themes read out behind high, aroused doors.
With gladness I soothed your aristocracy.
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