Nigel Jackson on Ernst Zündel
Homage to Ernst Zündel
It's a long way from Calmbach fields
And forest paths to a small, locked cell.
A long way up.
As eagles soar on the hidden thrusts of air,
As larks lift swiftly on their chanted bliss,
Or as the patterning of well-placed notes erupts
With solemn organ-hymns from old man Bach
And sweeps souls heavenwards with measured ease,
So you have raised us high with simple love of truth.
Even the brothers Grimm, could we but call
Them back into these times and borrow monsters,
Ogres, trolls, gross giants, goblins, fiends
From the great book of tales they saved and stored,
Would be tongue-tied and stunned-silent, if required
To pen with accuracy the meagre lineaments
And icy hearts, malignant, bleak and dull,
Of those who have harried you with anti-laws
And bonds of verbiage in most abysmal servitude
To the thin piping of the dwarf-tyrants of our age!
Let the King's herald sound again his hurl
Of trumpet-calls to the high hills around,
Transfix the hearts of the Brabant peasant-folk
And shake the distant fortress-place beyond,
While evil conjurors, ambitious, treacherous
And foolish-bold, imagine in their pettiness of dream
That nothing from the shining world will possibly upset
Their cruel plan; but you hear the gathering chorus-swell
Of amazed joy around and rebound exultantly in a ring
Of delirious joy around the gravely-gazing King
As Elsa's prayer for championing is answered by that Knight
Swan-drawn and solver-corseleted, whose supreme sword
Will smite the enemies of sweet integrity to doom,
As the Grail itself descends in scales and trails of light
And Wagner's Lohengrin sets foot to soil,
As your own feet have graced again the Fatherland!
We will take the hand of Luther to hammer on the door
Of the four winds the fairness of your name and case!
We will summon Heidegger to celebrate clarity
Of soul and mind in defence of your sure voice!
He will come from that tiny hut and his last days
When he stood his ground as the harpy-folk bewailed.
We will call Goethe in his grand cloak of amorous
Intensity and joy! We will cry down Nietzsche
And his Overman and his vast scorn of the mean scum!
All these now, Ernst, are fellows of your triumphing!
after the return to Germany
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