A Book He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!  by Emìly Dickinson      December 10, 1830-May 13, 1886 It’s the first day of April. I’m doing the A-Z Blog Challenge and today is the letter “A.” http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/what-is-blogging-from-to- Since April is National Poetry Month, I thought I would write about poetry and poets for the month. Emily Dickinson, who is my favorite poet, left the world many poems in her room…