Answer: The right answers are World War I, World War II and the Cold War.
Explanation: Just to elaborate a little on the answer, it can be added that the Vietnam War (1955-1975) must be excluded from the list, since it was fought between South Vietnam and its ally, the United States, and North Vietnam, although a few other countries were also involved. World War I (1914-1918) and World War II (1939-1945) did affect the whole world, even though the former initially only involved Serbia and Austria-Hungary and the latter originally only confronted Germany with France and the United Kingdom. As per the Cold War (1947-1991), it was a conflict primarily between the United States and the Soviet Union, and their respective allies, but it eventually permeated the while world. Many colonial regimes fell as a result of this worldwide conflict. In her poem, poet Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980) is stressing that she lived in the first century that witnessed the emergence of those worldwide and devastating conflicts and that, in spite of the horror, she hopes for a better future.
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Answer:
You need to make eye contact, participate, and don't make distracting noises.
Explanation:
These are just ideas, not the whole thing.
The correct answer is "filled with".
The poem develops a dramatic tension with the use of oxymoronic contrasts that symbolize the opposition of the physical decay of the author's mother with the memories of her prime, when she was a young housewife who ran her household as a "High priestess".
The memories the author has of her mother are always oxymoronic. She remembers her during her respective youths (when the author was a little girl and the mother a young housewife) but the season that she remembers is a season that foreshadows decay, Autumn. Yet, she associates Autumn with "keen sunshine, stirred with the activity of those energetic days".
Thus, the great jars laden with the raw green pickles symbolize her mother's body. A great old jar laden with the memories of those green years, all those green memories when the author was as young and as small as a pickle. Her mother is old now, but the author prefers to remember her youthful days when death and decay were only looming on the horizon but still very far. Her mother is not an empty old vessel but laden with the rich and loving memories of her life.
