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
grown men poor rich running
Poor men have grown to be rich men,And rich men grown to be poor again,And I am running to Paradise.
love yellow
Only God, my dear,Could love you for yourself aloneAnd not your yellow hair.
ancient breath drawn eye gay lived looked quickly second turn writers
Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say;Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day;The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.
crooked love nobody wise
O love is the crooked thing,There is nobody wise enoughTo find out all that is in it.
grows heart
Oh, who could have foretoldThat the heart grows old?
bid grow leaves love
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
beautiful beauty chooses eye granted hers kindness natural sufficient
May she be granted beauty and yet notBeauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,Being made beautiful overmuch,Consider beauty a sufficient end,Lose natural kindness and maybeThe heart-revealing intimacyThat chooses right, and never find a friend.
friendship gives god man praised
May God be praised for womanThat gives up all her mind,A man may find in no mana friendship of her kind.
book crowded empty london marble open solitary year
My fiftieth year had come and gone,I sat, a solitary man,In a crowded London shop,And open book and empty cupOn the marble table-top.
conflicts others ourselves poetry
Of conflicts with others we make retorica, of conflicts with ourselves poetry
bone foul ladders lie rag shop
Now that my ladder's goneI must lie down where all ladders startIn the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
call close kindred
When two close kindred meetWhat better than call a dance?
among fly mind moves silence stream
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves among silence
fire great
Because of that great nobleness of hersThe fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,Burns but more clearly.