F. Scott FitzgeraldI live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I’m his ideal.
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The woman in the poem has put herself in a situation where she is not happy. She is tied to someone who is treating her like an animal, and since she is not happy with this, she leaves him. While the woman in the poem is clearly not happy, that does not mean that she has failed in life. If people are not happy in their life, then they are free to leave it without guilt or remorse for leaving an unjust situation.
Source: Winter Dreams
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