For the last decade, Rob Sears has been painstakingly combing the words of Donald J. Trump for signs of poetry. To the surprise of many, he has found riches. By simply cutting up and reordering lines from Trump''s tweets, Truths and transcripts, Sears has unearthed a trove of verse by a writer of great conviction (thirty-four felony charges and counting) that was just waiting to be found.
For the first time, readers will be able to trace the full span of Trump''s artistic flowering and ponder thorny questions about the nature of art as they do so. Like: How can one and the same person unite critics with beautiful poems such as ''The Gift of Friendship'' and ''I Am the Least Racist Person There Is'', yet prove so divisive in his ''other life'' as a world leader and political speaker? And how can someone many consider desperately flawed as a human being produce works of such timeless grace and beauty as ''All I Ask Is Fairness'', ''My Hands Are Normal Hands'' and ''Shithole Cou
