Shadow My shadow like a courtyfish for a queen. When the queen from the chair stand up, crazy on the wall is secure And in the ceiling with a stupid head strike. What can in a two-dimensional world It hurts in your own way. Maybe he's crazy on my court bad He would like himself in the second role. The queen will slope through the window, And crazy from the window down the jump. Each activity has divided, but not in half. That prostitute took the gestures, Patos and all his boldness, That's all, for what the strength I don't have - for the crown, the royal, the royal cloak. I will be, ah, easy in shoulder movements, ah, easy to turn the head, The king, in our farewell, King, at the train station
by Wisława Szymborska
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The poem uses the metaphor of a shadow to explore themes of identity, power, and separation. It describes the shadow as a courtesan to a queen, emphasizing a relationship where the shadow is subservient and somewhat alienated. The imagery of the queen standing and the chaotic movements of the shadow reflect a struggle with self-perception and the roles we embody in society. The notion of being "crazy" suggests a deviation from expected behavior, while the two-dimensional world hints at limitations imposed on personal expression.

As the poem progresses, the queen's departure signals a shift in dynamics, with the shadow longing for recognition and a more significant role. The mention of gestures and boldness introduces a contrast between power and lack of strength. Ultimately, the poem conveys feelings of insignificance amidst royal aspirations, with the royal cloak representing unattainable authority. The closing lines imply a loss, with the farewell at the train station encapsulating the transient nature of life and relationships, leaving the shadow to navigate its existence alone.

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