Ah, the Romantic poets – Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley and the eternal John Keats. Their poetry permeates our lives and uplifts us all – even in subtle ways. As I was thinking about a Special for Mother’s Day, into my mind crept the famous line, “She walks in beauty like the night…”.
Yet, we are witness to the appearance of new and exciting poets, indeed, in Belfast. Jacob Fricke is one. I met him in Paperback Books here where he works, and always look forward to our literary chats. One day, as I was waiting to purchase a cache of items, I noticed on the counter a new book entitled, This Book of Poems You Found, by Jacob Fricke (The Illuminated Press, Belfast, ME, 2011). I scooped one up and glad I did as the collection is full of remarkable poetry. Let me quote a few lines from one poem:
My love, my girl, you haunt the colored world -
In skies, in fields, in depths – I see your face
As if you were an utter soul in the clay Earth’s mold
Whose movements fill all things with immediate grace
“My love, my girl, you haunt the colored world.” One day we may remember this evocative phrase much as we remember, “She walks in beauty like the night.”