Daniel Radcliffe has published poems under the pen name of Jacob Gershon.

In a recent interview with The Guardian revealed that he has published poems under the pen name of Jacob Gershon which is a combination of his middle name and the Jewish version of his mother's maiden name, Gresham.

"I didn't want to publish it under my name. It's the kind of thing I look back on and just think, 'Ahhh!'

"As an actor, there is room for a certain amount of creativity, but you're always ultimately going to be saying somebody else's words

"I don't think I'd have the stamina, skill or ability to write a novel, but I'd love to write short stories and poetry, because those are my two passions. There is an art to a short story.

"I love Raymond Carver, and Chekhov – without making myself sound more highbrow than I am! When I don't write in form and metre, I become unbearably self-indulgent. It's what Robert Frost said: free verse is like playing tennis with the net down."

The poems were printed in November 2007 in Rubbish magazine. Introducing Daniel's verses, it says it is "proudly debuting the work of Jacob Gershon, 17, a very exciting and dynamic young poet".

A spokesman for the magazine said:

"Poetry is a key aspect to Rubbish, so it was fantastic to be able to provide the platform for 'Jacob' and his debut work."

The subjects approached include; infidelity, Pop Idol and Kate Moss's former boyfriend, the singer Pete Doherty. One of the four, Away Days, details the narrator's affairs with prostitutes, conducted while his unsuspecting wife and son believe he is away on business.

Away Days:

Beside these verdurous and wind-blown fronds
I lie with two long-legged, glistening blondes.
The wisps of comb-over that I call hair
Are slowly bleaching in the sunlight air
That’s also turning orange the skin I wear.
The wife thinks I’m on some dull business trip!
‘Poor bitch,’ I think and take another sip
Of sweet champagne with no hint of remorse.
I mean why would you bother with divorce?
It’s so much easier to slip away
And put a week aside so you can play
Without the chance of ever getting caught
And leaving her and Robert so distraught
That they would never speak to me again.
What is the point in causing all that pain?
It’s better to protect your son and wife
And casually build up a secret life…
Soon they will want their money and I’ll pay,
Oh, but who cares? I make five grand a day!
My buzzing phone reminds me
of this trick,
I tell her I’m busy, my God she’s thick.
She always just accepts, never inquires.
Which is just what I want with my desires,
To sweep off suddenly Overseas
And fuck whoever
I bloody well please.
In every port a new exotic squeeze
And I mean it when I say exotic,
My carnal exploits have been quixotic!…
No doubt I’d be incapable of saying it,
But I don’t mind if there’s no trouble paying it.
Too soon I’ll go back to my family
And enter through the door and there will see
The trusting faces of my wife and child
Whom, without their knowledge, I have defiled
With hookers and lies and sordid relationships
On various and frequent business trips.
My wife sweetly smiles and her eyes seem glad
My son gives me a hug and says: ‘I’ve missed you, dad.’