What beauty? That which Fr David Jones' poetry offers us. He is a man who knows the voice of silence, having lived at La Trappe, where silence makes the most intimate cords vibrate. He is a monk who knows the sufferings of man, because his heart came out of La Trappe wide open to take in and console - as few know how to do - those wounds that deeply hurt, but also to share and keep those touches of sublime and secret nobility that Humanity at times is capable of giving. He is a man who knows how to draw from the treasury of tradition (Welsh, English, Greek, Latin, Hebrew and Italian) things both old and new.