Biography of Thomas MacDonagh
Thomas MacDonagh (Irish: Tomás Mac Donnchadha) was an Irish nationalist, poet, playwright, and a leader of the 1916 Easter Rising.
MacDonagh was born in Cloughjordan, County Tipperary. He grew up in a household filled with music, poetry and learning and was instilled with a love of both English and Irish culture from a young age.
Both his parents were teachers; who strongly emphasized education. MacDonagh attended Rockwell College. While there MagDonagh aspired to become a priest or brother and spent several years studying for this the vocation, however, after a few years he realized that it wasn't the life for him, and left.
He had abandoned a vocation for the priesthood, which came with the stigma of being "a spoiled priest". Very soon after, he published his first book of poems, Through the Ivory Gate, in 1902. He moved to Dublin where he joined the Gaelic League, soon establishing strong friendships with such men as Eoin MacNeill and Patrick Pearse.
His friendship with Pearse and his love of Irish led him to join the staff of Pearse's bilingual St. Enda's School upon its establishment in 1908, taking the role of teacher and Assistant Headmaster. He also founded the teachers' trade union ASTI (Association of Secondary Teachers in Ireland). Though MacDonagh was essential to the school's early success, he soon moved on to take the position of lecturer in English at the National University. MacDonagh remained devoted to the Irish language, and in 1910 he became tutor to a younger member of the Gaelic League, Joseph Plunkett. The two were both poets with an interest in the Irish Theatre, and formed a lifelong friendship.
In January 1912 he married Muriel Gifford, a Protestant who converted to Catholicism; their son, Donagh, was born that November, and their daughter, Barbara, in March 1915. Muriel's sister, Grace Gifford, was to marry Joseph Mary Plunkett hours before his execution in 1916.
In 1913 both MacDonagh and Plunkett attended the inaugural meeting of the Irish Volunteers and were placed on its Provisional Committee. He was later appointed commandant of Dublin's 2nd battalion, and eventually made commandant of the entire Dublin Brigade. Though originally more of a constitutionalist, through his dealings with men such as Pearse, Plunkett, and Sean MacDermott, MacDonagh developed stronger republican beliefs, joining the Irish Republican Brotherhood (IRB), probably during the summer of 1915. Around this time Tom Clarke asked him to plan the grandiose funeral of Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, which was a resounding propaganda success, largely due to the graveside oration delivered by Pearse.
Though credited as one of the Easter Rising's seven leaders, MacDonagh was a late addition to that group. He didn't join the secret Military Council that planned the rising until April 1916, weeks before the rising took place. The reason for his admittance at such a late date is uncertain. Still a relative newcomer to the IRB, men such as Clarke may have been hesitant to elevate him to such a high position too soon, which raises the question as to why he should be admitted at all. His close ties to Pearse and Plunkett may have been the cause, as well as his position as commandant of the Dublin Brigade (though his position as such would later be superseded by James Connolly as commandant-general of the Dublin division). Nevertheless, MacDonagh was a signatory of the Proclamation of the Republic.
During the rising, MacDonagh's battalion was stationed at the massive complex of Jacob's Biscuit Factory. On the way to this destination the battalion encountered the veteran Fenian, John MacBride, who on the spot joined the battalion as second-in-command, and in fact took over part of the command throughout Easter Week, although he had had no prior knowledge and was in the area by accident. MacDonagh's original second in command was Michael O'Hanrahan.
As it was, despite MacDonagh's rank and the fact that he commanded one of the strongest battalions, they saw little fighting, as the British Army avoided the factory as they established positions in central Dublin. MacDonagh received the order to surrender on April 30, though his entire battalion was fully prepared to continue the engagement. Following the surrender, MacDonagh was court martialled, and executed by firing squad on 3 May 1916, aged thirty-eight.
His widow died of heart failure while swimming in Skerries, Co Dublin on July 9, 1917; his son Donagh MacDonagh became a prominent poet, playwright, songwriter and judge. He died in 1968. In addition, his extended family were spread across the British Isles in the Irish diaspora.
Reputation and Legacy
MacDonagh was generally credited with being one of the most gregarious and personable of the rising's leaders. Geraldine Plunkett Dillon, a sister of Joseph Plunkett gives a contemporary description of him in her book All in the Blood: "As soon as Tomás came into our house everyone was a friend of his. He had a pleasant, intelligent face and was always smiling, and you had the impression that he was always thinking about what you were saying." In Mary Colum's Life and the Dream, she writes of hearing about the Rising from America, where she was living with her husband, Pádraic Colum, remembering Tomás MacDonagh saying to her: "This country will be one entire slum unless we get into action, in spite of our literary movements and Gaelic Leagues it is going down and down. There is no life or heart left in the country."
A prominent figure in the Dublin literary world, he was commemorated in several poems by W.B. Yeats and in his friend Francis Ledwidge's Lament for Thomas MacDonagh.
Thomas MacDonagh Tower in Ballymun, Dublin, which was built in the 1960s and demolished in June 2005, was named after him, as was the train station (MacDonagh Station) and shopping centre (MacDonagh Junction) in Kilkenny (as MacDonagh had taught in St Kierans College, Kilkenny City during the early years of his career).
Thomas MacDonagh's Works:
April and May
When the Dawn is Come
Songs of Myself
Thomas Campion and the Art of English Poetry
Literature in Ireland (published posthumously)
Thomas MacDonagh Poems
The Stars Stand Up In The Air
The stars up in the air, The sun and the moon are gone, The strand of its waters is bare. And her sway is swept from the swan.
On A Poet Patriot
His songs were a little phrase Of eternal song, Drowned in the harping of lays
The Yellow Bittern
The yellow bittern that never broke out In a drinking bout, might as well have drunk; His bones are thrown on a naked stone
A Dream Of Being
I walked in dream within a convent close, And met there lonely a familiar nun; Then in my mind arose A vehement memory strife
The Man Upright
I once spent an evening in a village Where the people are all taken up with tillage, Or do some business in a small way
The Night Hunt
In the morning, in the dark, When the stars begin to blunt, By the wall of Barna Park Dogs I heard and saw them hunt
So here is my desert and here am I In the midst of it alone, Silent and free, as a hawk in the sky, Unnoticed and unknown.
Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
You come in the day of destiny, Barbara, born to the air of Mars: The greater glory you shall see And the greater peace, beyond these wars.
Eamonn An Chnuic
--Who is that out there still With voice sharp and shrill, Beating my door and calling?
Quando Ver Venit Meum?
--Poet, babbling delicate song Vainly for the ears of love, Vail not hope if thou wait long; Charming thy hope to song
Two Songs From The Irish
'Tis a pity I'm not in England, Or with one from Erin thither bound, Out in the midst of the ocean,
Introit : I. Coeli Lucida Templa
The temples clean from star to star, Built up in that aethereal space Where forms of other being are, Image no being of this place.
The Coming-In Of Summer
Yesterday a swallow Cuckoo-song to-day, And anon will follow All the flight of May,
To James Clarence Mangan
Poor splendid Poet of the burning eyes And withered hair and godly pallid brow, Low-voiced and shrinking and apart wert thou,
A Dream Of Being
I walked in dream within a convent close,
And met there lonely a familiar nun;
Then in my mind arose
A vehement memory strife
With doubt of being, arose and was fought and was won.
Trembling I said: 'O mother of my life!'
And she in tears: 'At last my fond heart knows--
Surely I am the mother of my son!'
And greeted me in dear maternal wise,