En Telegraphant A La Maison. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

See Poem Hunter/ R. Dove/ poems/ 31/31.
This poem is about telegraphing a message home. The opening line is most witty, playing on the expression 'wolf whistles' which young men used to utter when they saw a pretty girl. Wolf whistles are not heard so often these days, in my country at least. She advises herself to keep moving, though your knees are flushed red, past a a beggar's cold cup, past the kiosk, where people once gathered to tell one another their stories about travel and heartbreak, until you turn a corner and stand and stare: your attention has been caught by a shop window of canaries, bright yellow like golden narcissus flowers. Thus the poem ends with a striking visual image. I could not help liking this poem.
When she writes 'keep moving', she is talking to herself, so that the poem is really interior monologue, which she writes very well.