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
swings black green
Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, Even where horrible green parrots call and swing. My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.
time fire chairs
My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, Ere Time transfigured me.
sweet flames voice
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame, till Time be no more....
mother light body
I--love's skein upon the ground, My body in the tomb-- Shall leap into the light lost In my mother's womb.
twilight heart sadness
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
light docks beloved
O would, beloved, that you lay Under the dock-leaves in the ground, While lights were paling one by one.
marriage bird cages
... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.
delight pebbles heritage
There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
sex love-is doors
I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner love is gone....
fall learning mind
Lionel Johnson comes the first to mind, That loved his learning better than mankind, Though courteous to the worst; much falling he Brooded upon sanctity....
civilization together uprooting
Civilisation is hooped together, brought Under a rule, under the semblance of peace By manifold illusion....
age may looks
I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?
men suffering lows
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low....
god hatred soul
Thought is a garment and the soul's a bride That cannot in that trash and tinsel hide: Hatred of God may bring the soul to God.