The Shadow Man — Summary

Beneath the streetlights I have watched him warily Black, stout like a thug Sticking close to my heels. I walk away casually, as if unhurriedly He doesn’t follow but moves swiftly ahead Taller, taller, he stretches himself I hesitate, wondering what to do next. Bravely, I walk on, as he pales himself Into the lights and shades of the doorways – I look around, sigh comforted Until he looms again beneath the next streetlight. Now behind, now at my heels, Now snaking, now sneaking away from me, Like an omnipresent God He streaks in the light of a passing car. I pause. I realize he is an unobtrusive friend The only one I can call my own. My friend! I weep for you! Where will you go when I am gone?

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A speaker walking under streetlights notices a dark figure that seems to follow him. At first the figure feels threatening, "black, stout like a thug," and the speaker is wary, trying to stroll away as if nothing is wrong. But the figure keeps changing. It stretches ahead, fades into doorways, then returns under the next light. The reader soon realizes it is the speaker's own shadow.

The mood shifts from nervous suspense to quiet tenderness. Once the speaker pauses and understands, he calls the shadow "an unobtrusive friend," the only one he can call his own. That admission suggests loneliness. The comparison to "an omnipresent God" hints at how constant and unavoidable the shadow is. The ending is sad and surprising: he weeps for the shadow and worries what will happen to it when he is gone, which really shows his own fear of being alone and of dying.

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