Some movies I've seen that are set in Italy show a family outside all seated around a very large table. The joyous noise is overwhelming and the food is never ending.
People come out in spring and summer because there is a specialness in the air that's as aromatic as the food on the table. Celebrating each meal as though it was a feast (which it is in the hands of people like that), brings a rightness to everyone at the table, each as welcome as anyone else or they wouldn't be there.
So the reds or whites of the sauces, or the greens of the salads or the yellows of the cheeses, or the sparkling glasses holding the purest wine that can be afforded all blend in a dazzling mixture of blinding color the way an artist would put his colors onto his canvas.
B. Stationery is the answer.
A. and C. aren't actual words and D. is an adjective referring to something that doesn't move, and is in one spot. Only B. is a noun that refers to office equipment.
The hill of the poem's title symbolizes the challenge of building a fairer, freer, better America.
I read this a long long long time ago, and I think He gets his nose back if im not mistaken.
