Pity, this drastic abscission of voice—
A nation pitifully mute, swiping its index—
Poetry will hold out, stubborn, disesteemed, “a vocal, which is to say a bodily, art. The medium of poetry is a human body: the column of air inside the chest, shaped into signifying sounds in the larynx and the mouth. In this sense, poetry is just as physical or bodily an art as dancing” (Robert Pinsky).