Herder

You may pile upon books you wrote
or bricks
the sensation of weight
is for a tin man
You are more leaden like the river
and a window that holds the river
the soul trying the two together
You are the trial of a window
The sentence appears towards evening
a drove of stones that replaces
animals which once went before

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