Biography of Alan Sullivan
Edward Alan Sullivan was a Canadian poet and author of short stories.
Born in St. George's Rectory, Montreal, Alan Sullivan was the oldest son of Edward Sullivan and Frances Mary Renaud. In 1869, his father became rector of Trinity Church, Chicago. The family moved to the city in 1871, and thus witnessed the Great Chicago Fire. When he was 15, Alan began attending Loretto in Musselburgh, Scotland, a famous school for boys.
On his return to Canada, he attended the School of Practical Science, Toronto. After this he did railway exploration work in the West, and later worked in mining. He was assistant engineer in the Clergue enterprises at Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario for a year and a half, before the organization of the Consolidated Lake Superior Company. Subsequently he spent several years as a mining engineer in the Lake of the Woods district during the period of its gold exploitation.
Sullivan gained recognition in the United States through his poems, short stories and comprehensive articles on various themes. These frequently appeared in Harper's Magazine, the Atlantic Monthly, and other leading American periodicals.
In 1941 he won the Governor General's Award for English language fiction for the novel Three Came to Ville Marie and the The Magic Makers in 1930.
Alan Sullivan's Works:
The Passing of Oul-i-but (1913)
Blantyre Alien (1914)
The Inner Door (1917)
Aviation in Canada, 1917-18 (1919)
The Rapids (1920)
The Cricible (1925)
Human Clay (1926; as Sinclair Murray)
In the Beginning (1926; as Sinclair Murray)
The Splendid Silence (1927)
Whispering Lodge (1927)
Under The Northern Lights (1928)
A Little Way Ahead (1930; as Sinclair Murray)
The Magic Makers (1930)
The Golden Foundling (1931)
The Great Divide (1935)
With Love from Rachel (1938)
Three Came to Ville Marie (1941)
Caribou Road (1946)
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The Little Street
Listen. The clop of wooden soles still sounds
along this crudely cobbled alleyway,
a washerwoman sings a rondelet,
and two young truants haggle over rounds
of jacks. Somewhere an unseen bell resounds,
tolling the passage of an August day;
yet nothing moves. These shutters never sway.
These children never leave their checkered bounds
beside the entryway. The clouds diffuse