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My interpretation of this poem is this:
The character is “coming clean” of the illusions he’s created about him/herself.
Washing himself of who he’s “tried” to be, the masks he’s created of himself.
I feel that the character had previously been in a state of confusion himself- like his shadow self/t...
I've never washed my shadow out
In all the time I've had it.
It was absolutely filthy I supposed,
And so today I peeled it off
The wall where it was leaning
And stuck it in the washtub
With the clothes.
I put in soap and bleach and stuff,
I let it soak for hours,
I wrung it out and hung it out to dry,
And whoever would have thunk
That it would have gone and shrunk
For now it's so much
Littler than I.
Shadow Wash was written by Shel Silverstein.
Shel Silverstein released Shadow Wash on Tue Jan 01 1974.