Universal Voice

“When we call something beautiful, the pleasure that we feel is expected of everyone else in the judgment of taste as necessary, just as if it were to be regarded as a propoerty of the object that is determined in it in accordance with concepts; but beauty is nothing by itself, without relation to the feeling of the subject.” – Immanuel Kant (1724-1804).
 
She had those violet eyes, 
Which sparkled like Canary wine, 
Lovely and lifeless 
Gentle and dead. 
She sang with the angel whine 
Of a clarinet 
The chalkboard squeal 
Of Vivaldi’s violin 
Distastefully agreeable, 
We must all say, 
As one, 
To me.