O seekers, O finders of reasons to be up and be gone

Men, creatures of dust and folk of divers devices, people of business and of leisure, men from the marches and those from beyond, O men of little weight in a memory of this lands; people from the valleys and the uplands and the highest slopes of this world to the ultimate reach of our shores; Seers of signs and seeds, and confessors of the western winds, followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled ring of the world, O seekers, O finders of reasons to be up and be gone,

You traffic not in a salt more strong than this, when at a morning with omen of dead waters swung high over the smokes of the world, the drums of exile waken on the marches eternity yawning on the sands.

Saint-John Perse, Anabase, I