Word: verandas
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Bounty (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; 78 pages; $18), Walcott's first collection of poems since he won the Nobel in 1992, finds the 67-year-old wanderer sitting on the veranda in the last indigo hour of the day, "watching the hills die" and imagining a world where he will exist no more. All the master's gifts are prodigally displayed here: an ear that finds liquid music in "fast water quarrelling over clear stones," a wit that sees death--the state of wordlessness--as "beyond declension," and an attentiveness that not only observes squirrels "spring up like questions" but also...
...Friday night, about 40 close friends and relatives had gathered for the rehearsal dinner on Greyfield's veranda. Senator Edward Kennedy gave a humorous toast at the dinner recalling John's childhood and quoted some poetry that sister Caroline had written about John when she was 10 or 12 years old. Caroline gave a toast that left many of the guests in tears. Finally, it was John's turn. He toasted his bride with the words, "I am the happiest man alive...
...begun to make some accommodations to age. He has become compulsive about working the phones while sunning on his Senate veranda -- the tan he works hard on, says a Senator, is his "secret weapon." Dole admits to putting "a little stuff'' on his hair to keep out the gray, although he insists he does not color his eyebrows. And he sometimes slips off to his new hideaway near his office for a nap on a couch that Dole nabbed when Senator Howard Metzenbaum retired last year...
...happy that they're giddy over there" -- over there meaning in the office of Prime Minister Tomiichi Murayama. And by transatlantic telephone Bill Clinton told U.S. Trade Representative Mickey Kantor, "Hey, Mick, congratulations. It sounds like you did great." It may not have been a cigar-on-the-veranda moment for the President, but he was clearly pleased. And, maybe more to the point, relieved...
...destroys millions more. Members of the Gradov family, led by Dr. Boris Nikitovich, make their separate ways through history. Aksyonov impressively spreads out a panorama of suffering, but he overlays it with shameless melodrama, unconvincing uplift and grotesque humor. Readers who sling their hammock, move their samovar onto their veranda and settle down for an old-fashioned summer read may be distracted by a narrative farrago that includes a scene in which Dr. Gradov nearly wins the Order of Lenin for giving Stalin an emergency enema...