From the book Packing Up for Paradise: Selected poems 1946-1996.
I heard in the shell
all the hymns of hell,
I heard all all the angels crying,
I heard the earth
in pangs of birth
and all the galaxies dying.
I heard in the shell
the resounding well
of all humanity’s voices,
I heard every shout
of laughter and doubt
in the crashing war of choices.
I heard in the shell
the throb of each cell
from flower and rock and feather.
But loudest of all
rang the quiet call
of Yes and No singing together.