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Inchicore has been home to a number of distinguished Irish poets. Michael Hartnett, lived on Tyrconnell Road from 1984 until about 1986. A plaque marks the house where he wrote some of Inchicore Haiku near Richmond Park, home to St. Patrick's Athlectic Football Club. 'Inchicore Haiku' recounts the hard times in his life after his separation from his family.

Another Irish poet Thomas Kinsella was born near Sarsfield House at the Ranch and attended the Model School. He is winner of the UCD Ulysses Medal.

Francis Ledwidge has associations with St. Michael's CBS, formerly Richmond Barracks. This is where he enlisted and trained before shipping out to the trenches in Flanders during The Great War. The Inchicore Ledwidge Society runs events to raise awareness of the life and works of the poet-soldier.

The nationalist poet and teacher Padraig Pearse was imprisoned here before his execution in Kilmainham Gaol on the Inchicore Road.

The tramp writer Jim Phelan was born in Inchicore in 1896. On completing 15 years in prison for his part in the murder of a post mistress's son in a robbery in Liverpool in 1923, Phelan roamed the byways of England and wrote of his prison experience in books such as "Lifer" and "Jail Journey" and of his vagabond days in "Tramping the Toby" and "We Follow the Roads." Jim died in 1966 leaving a wealth of novels, biography and articles that truly portray the society in which he lived.

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