How dare I dare to dream

Holy King David

Holy Starvation

I am sick of a kingdom which is a jewelled prison

I choose no tail or toy!

I had not thought to hear

I love hate

I send these lines to you in Agincourt

I sought scent, and found it in your hair

I wouldn’t frirk Uranus

I wrote on the beach, with a stick of salty wood

I’m weary of working with words that you write

Ich nem’ ein’ Zigarett’

I’ll crash the moon

Ill-Starred

Imagination is your true Apollo

In Memoriam Wystan Hugh Auden KMT

In this spinning room, reduced to a common noun

Independence Day

J.B.W.

Jack’s Story

January 1

Joseph the Jew (1)

Joseph the Jew (2)

Jubilee Anthem. For Malayan Boys’ Voices

Land where the birds have no song, the flowers

Late as I am, but blame the mails, not me (to Mr Selwyn

C.Gamble)

Lex for law and order

Limbo

Limerick: The Angler Of Kinsale

Local Industry

Lot at Home

Lot in Repose

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