Poems by Emily Dickinson

• Color—Caste—Denomination
• Come show thy Durham Breast
• Come slowly—Eden!
• competitions of the sky, The
• Conferring with myself
• Confirming All who analyze
• Conjecturing a Climate
• Conscious am I in my Chamber
• Consulting summer’s clock
• Contained in this short Life
• Cosmopolities without a plea
• Could I—then—shut the door
• Could Hope inspect her Basis
• Could I but ride indefinite
• Could live—did live
• Could mortal lip divine
• Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
• Could—I do more—for Thee
• Count not that far that can be had
• Counterfeit—a Plated Person—, A
• Court is far away, The
• Crickets sang, The
• Crisis is a Hair
• Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart
• Crumbling is not an instant’s Act

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