Two superb triologisms in a few lines of Larkin – I like his wedge-shadowed gardens and then the Brontean empyrean which follows.
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness.
Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.
From ‘Sad Steps’ which can be read here.
Source: Seamus Heaney, Finders Keepers: Selected prose 1971-2001 (London: Faber and Faber, 2003), p. 147