Alittle

ralph waldo emerson believed that true transcendence was rooted in nature and the liberation of the spirit from the laws of man and the church. in his three-part poem, each segment represents the forces that either liberate or imprison the human spirit.

venus, when her son was lost,
cried him up and down the coast,
in hamlets, palaces and parks,
and told the truant by his marks,—
golden curls, and quiver and bow.
this befell how long ago!
time and tide are strangely changed,
men and manners much deranged:
none will now find cupid latent
by this foolish antique patent.
he came late along the waste,
shod like a traveller for haste;
with malice dared me to proclaim him,
that the maids and boys might name him.
boy no more, he wears all coats,
frocks and blouses, capes, capotes;
he bears no bow, or quiver, or wand,
nor chaplet on his head or hand.
leave his weeds and heed his eyes,—
all the rest he can disguise.
in the pit of his eye's a spark
would bring back day if it were dark;
and, if i tell you all my thought,
though i comprehend it not,
in those unfathomable orbs
every function he absorbs;
doth eat, and drink, and fish, and shoot,
and write, and reason, and compute,
and ride, and run, and have, and hold,
and whine, and flatter, and regret,
and kiss, and couple, and beget,
by those roving eyeballs bold.

undaunted are their courages,
right cossacks in their forages;
fleeter they than any creature,—
they are his steeds, and not his feature;
inquisitive, and fierce, and fasting,
restless, predatory, hasting;
and they pounce on other eyes
as lions on their prey;
and round their circles is writ,
plainer than the day,
underneath, within, above,—
love—love—love—love.
he lives in his eyes;
there doth digest, and work, and spin,
and buy, and sell, and lose, and win;
he rolls them with delighted motion,
joy-tides swell their mimic ocean.
yet holds he them with tautest rein,
that they may seize and entertain
the glance that to their glance opposes,
like fiery honey sucked from roses.
he palmistry can understand,
imbibing virtue by his hand
as if it were a living root;
the pulse of hands will make him mute;
with all his force he gathers balms
into those wise, thrilling palms.

what effect does the imagery in these lines have on the meaning of the poem?

inquisitive, and fierce, and fasting,
restless, predatory, hasting;
and they pounce on other eyes
as lions on their prey;

a) cupid is never satisfied and always hungry for more.

b) cupid is doomed to repeat one kind of behavior again and again.

c) cupid is dangerous and deadly, as well as gentle.

d) cupid is really only an animal, but an intelligent one.