Mobile Photography / Art – Saturday Poetry ‘Adore’ by Li-Young Lee with

Mobile Photography / Art – Saturday Poetry ‘Adore’ by Li-Young Lee with


This weeks Saturday Poetry, matched with mobile photography/art is entitled ‘Adore’ by Li-Young Lee.  Lee was born in 1957 in Jakarta, Indonesia, to Chinese parents. His father had been a personal physician to Mao Zedong while in China, and relocated the family to Indonesia, where he helped found Gamaliel University. In 1959, the Lee family fled the country to escape anti-Chinese sentiment and after a five-year trek through Hong Kong, Macau, and Japan, they settled in the United States in 1964.

Lee attended the University of Pittsburgh and University of Arizona, and the State University of New York at Brockport. He has taught at several universities, including Northwestern and the University of Iowa.

He is the author of The Undressing (W. W. Norton, 2018); Behind My Eyes (W. W. Norton, 2008); Book of My Nights (BOA Editions, 2001), which won the 2002 William Carlos Williams Award; The City in Which I Love You (BOA Editions, 1990), which was the 1990 Lamont Poetry Selection; and Rose (BOA Editions, 1986), which won the Delmore Schwartz Memorial Poetry Award.

His other work includes Breaking the Alabaster Jar: Conversations with Li-Young Lee (Edited by Earl G. Ingersoll, BOA Editions, 2006), a collection of twelve interviews with Lee at various stages of his artistic development; and The Winged Seed: A Remembrance (Simon and Schuster, 1995), a memoir which received an American Book Award from the Before Columbus Foundation.

With regard to Lee’s work, the poet Gerald Stern has noted that “what characterizes [his] poetry is a certain humility… a willingness to let the sublime enter his field of concentration and take over, a devotion to language, a belief in its holiness.”

He has been the recipient of a Fellowship from the Academy of American Poets, a Lannan Literary Award, a Whiting Writer’s Award, the PEN Oakland/Josephine Miles Award, the I. B. Lavan Award, three Pushcart Prizes, and grants from the Illinois Arts Council, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, and the National Endowment for the Arts, as well as a Guggenheim Foundation fellowship. In 1998, he received the honorary degree of Doctor of Humane Letters from State University of New York at Brockport.

He lives in Chicago, Illinois, with his wife and their two sons.

I have matched mobile art work entitled ‘Climbing up the Walls’ by @before.1st.light – Jane Schultz with this poem. You can view and follow her on Instagram here.


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‘Adore’ ©Li-Young Lee


(adore, verb from Latin, adorare,

from ad- ‘to’ + orare- ‘speak, call pray’)


You lie asleep beside me,

one hand on the pillow and cupped

at your mouth, as if to tell a secret.


As if you might say in your sleep

what you could never find

words for awake.


Or as if you called

across a din of other voices,

or the howl of empty space. Calling


because there are no bells

to strike the hours where we live. And I must know

when to kneel and when to rise.

What to praise and what to curse.

I must know how to bless

and how to receive blessing.


One hand on your pillow and cupped

at your mouth,

as if you spoke a word

you’d kept to yourself all day, waiting

for your most unguarded moment

to say, a thought meant for me, meant to be

shared between us this way,

sealed this way, a secret

no voice can carry without destroying,

a word without carriage, except conveyed

in the peace of your body and face,


a word born out of your deepest rest, a word

which only my own deepest breathing

and happiest rest beside you,

face to face, free of thinking, can sustain.


Maybe you had to be asleep

to say what you knew to be true.

Or what you had to say

you might not could bear to hear,

and so you must say so softly

I must close my eyes, I must turn

inward, to where you’ve made a room

and a bed inside me, to receive it.


You say:

We cannot look upon Love’s face without dying.

So we face each other to see Love’s look.

And thus third-person souls

suddenly stand at gaze

and the lover and the beloved,

second- and first-persons,

You and I, eye

to eye, are born.

But such refraction, multiplying gazes, strews

Love’s eye upon the objects of the world,

as upon the objects of our room.


My brush, hairpin, mirror, book,

your loving look finds each of these things

lovable, I can see. Things

by any other measure poor, your look crowns

to make them your heart’s royalty.

Face, blush, breath, eyes, evanescent,

pledged to death, nowhere stored,

Love’s look gathers within its fondling

to adore.


This strewing and gathering

of Love’s face, of Love’s gaze, and only this,

begun in death’s audience, is the founding

action, call it the fundamental

paradise…did I say paradise?

I meant paradox…the fundamental paradox

of the breaths we breathe,

the thoughts we witness,

the kisses we exchange,

and every poem you write.

‘Climbing up the Walls’ by @before.1st.light – Jane Schultz

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