William Butler
William Butler
Multi-instrumentalist for the band Arcade Fire who plays bass, synth, guitar, and percussion. He has also worked on movie soundtracks, like the one for Her.
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth6 October 1982
butterfly eye garden
This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands.
life children laughter
Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is A child's laughter, a woman's kiss.
life children men
Give to these children, new from the world, Rest far from men. Is anything better, anything better? Tell us it then....
life men what-matters
A living man is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all once more?
roots fire miracle
Where the world ends The mind is made unchanging, for it finds Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope, The flagstone under all, the fire of fires, The roots of the world.
dream truth heart
Nor seek, for this is also sooth, To hunger fiercely after truth, Lest all thy toiling only breeds New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth Saving in thine own heart.
truth afterlife laughing
I have mummy truths to tell Whereat the living mock, Though not for sober ear, For maybe all that hear Should laugh and weep an hour upon the clock.
time children past
But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked tune that Chronos sings, Words alone are certain good.
forgiveness dog long
I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs, Those undreamt accidents that have made me Seeing that Fame has perished this long while, Being but a part of ancient ceremony Notorious, till all my priceless things Are but a post the passing dogs defile.
wise wisdom writing
Those men that in their writings are most wise Own nothing but their blind, stupefied hearts.
ideas stories needs
Longfellow has his popularity, in the main, because he tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses to understand it.
gay sick poetry
I have heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, Of poets that are always gay
beauty dream women
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze....
beauty law might
Tis the eternal law, That first in beauty should be first in might.