FATE slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled—he did not fall—
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—
He neutralized them all.She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
~Emily Dickinson
But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
Acknowledged him a man.
Happy Monday! If ever there was a poetic battle cry for a Monday morning, this is it. May you not drop, not fall, and neutralize all Fate’s fiercest stakes. Let’s do this!