From Dale Keiger I have learned simultaneously of Jacobsen‘s existence and her passing. He quotes a very nice poem called “The Wind in the Sunporch”; here’s the only other work of hers I’ve been able to find online (from the Baltimore section of Poetry in Motion):
from Of Pairs
The mockingbirds, that pair, arrive,
one, and the other; glossily perch,
respond, respond, branch to branch.
One stops, and flies. The other flies.
Arrives, dips, in a blur of wings,
lights, is joined. Sings. Sings.
Actually, there are birds galore:
bowlegged blackbirds brassy as crows;
elegant ibises with inelegant cows;
hummingbirds’ stutter on air;
tilted over the sea, a man-of-war
in a long arc without a feather’s stir.
I’d say she deserves further investigation.