Poetry
Sullivan’s first collection of poems, ‘’Sonnets of a Simpleton’’ was published in 1924. He went on to publish thirteen volumes of poetry through 1970. A.M. Sullivan’s poetry reflects his broad interests, which included nature, technology, history, religion and science. Many of his poems have appeared in textbooks, magazines, audio recordings, radio chorale and films.
From 1932 to 1940, A.M. Sullivan hosted ‘The New Poetry Hour’ on WOR Radio in New York City. This program was broadcast on the Mutual Network and featured live interviews and readings with over 300 poets and writers, including Edgar Lee Masters, Padraic Colum, Stephen Vincent Benet, William Rose Benet, Mark Van Doren, John Hall Wheelock, Harriet Monroe, MacKinlay Kantor and many others.
Sullivan was medaled by the Poetry Society of America on two occasions (1941 and 1976) and served as president for five terms. He was a member of The Craftsmen, a poetry society in New York City, President of the Catholic Poetry Society and a recipient of the Alexander Droushkoy Memorial Gold Medal (1951). One of his collections of poems, ‘’Songs of the Musconetcong’’, was honored by a resolution of the New Jersey State Senate in 1968 and a biographical film of the same name was made and broadcast by New Jersey Public Television in 1979.
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