In February I compared two poems Emily Dickinson wrote about the Abyss. In one she worries about the fate of her shoe:
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?
After her mother’s death Emily wrote: “Two things I have lost with Childhood, the rapture of losing my shoe in the mud and going home barefoot, [after?] wading for Cardinal flowers and the mother[‘]s reproof which was more for my sake than her weary own for she frowned with a smile.”
The muddy feet of the little girl certainly give a homey backstory to a contemplation of the Abyss (or was that Bliss?).
source: My Wars Are Laid Away in Books: the Life of Emily Dickinson by Alfred Habegger