Patricia Clark is the author of Self-Portrait with a Million Dollars, her sixth book of poems, and three chapbooks, including Deadlifts. She has new work forthcoming in Plume, Paterson Literary Review, Tar River Poetry, The Westchester Review, and work was recently included in two anthologies: Show Us Your Papers, and Rewilding: Poems for the Environment (Flexible Press, Minneapolis, MN, 2020).

Other poems by Patricia Clark in Verse Daily:
June 14, 2020:   "My Beautiful Family" "I stood watching a whole flock of dark birds..."
February 27, 2018:   "What I Wanted" "I wanted to lift you up, especially you, Patricia M...."
January 22, 2017:   "Balance, January" "It's stranger than you can account for..."
April 21, 2013:   "Risen from the Underworld" "Arranged on slabs of sedimentary rock, rough-edged..."

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Other poems on the web by Patricia Clark:
Six poems
Three poems
Three poems
Two poems
"Fløde"
Five poems
Four poems
Five poems

Patricia Clark's Website.

Patricia Clark According to Wikipedia.

Patricia Clark on Twitter.

About Self-Portrait with a Million Dollars:

"Patricia Clark's poems immerse the reader in the living world through the quality of her attention and appreciation. There's hard-won intelligence here. We see it in people sharing a meal and being especially kind to each other after a suicide: lots of please and thanks / as we handed food around / basket of steaming bread / for buttering. Always, there is a deep understanding of our interconnections, as in the lovely and evocative final stanza of "Near the Tea House at Meijer Japanese Garden," now tracing a pale blue vein / under the skin like a leaf's midrib. We would do well to take Patricia Clark's guidance: The charge: note what is here, what departs."
—Ellen Bass

"Patricia Clark's Self-Portrait with a Million Dollars is full of her usual wide-ranging brilliance and sly wit. It's a monk's travelogue, a scholar's giddy after-party. Exquisitely rendered, these poems, for all their beauty and mastery of tone and rhythm, their sprezzatura, are at once delicate and durable, by turns landmarks, monuments, and tombstones-each a fresh testament to that most marvelous of human traits, our limitless human capacity for invention, and the necessity of witness. Whoever, wherever you are, find this book. I promise, you'll be astonished and nourished."
—Daniel Lawless

"There is an unmistakable ardor for language in the gentle, exactingly poised voice of this book, its lyrically charged strophes demanding attention not only to its graceful syntax, but also to its halting apprehension of tiny bits of this world-the clap of a bamboo bell spilling its water on stone in a Japanese garden, the purple rib bone at the underside of a maple leaf, the human ashes that rush in a river to the sea. I am reminded of Chopin's Nocturnes, each poem as finely wrought as music that is elegiac, valedictory, and absent of mourning. This is an astonishing book."
—Garrett Hongo