The tree was, however, enormous, and, looking upwards, I could see no thinning of the leaves above my head
I heard far above my head
, and faintly, in Thuvia's voice: "My Prince, O my Prince; I would rather remain and die with--" But the rest was lost in the noise of my assailants.
One or two of these slabs had fallen, and again I wondered if the gigantic masses of carved stone that lay about me were no larger than those above my head
As he stooped to place my food upon the ground I swung the chain above my head
and crashed the links with all my strength upon his skull.
This good fortune could not last indefinitely, and, assured that Thurid would not again leave me alive, I awaited the bursting of the next shell that hit; and then, throwing my hands above my head, I let go my hold and crumpled, limp and inert, dangling in my harness like a corpse.
Slender purple grasses topped with red and yellow fern-like fronds grew rankly all about us to the height of several feet above my head.
She offered a limp handshake, maintaining eye contact with the wall space just above my head
If it happens, it will be above my head
but I will understand it," he said.
Scott's final chapter explores Just Above My Head
, developing Eleanor Traylor's reading of the novel "as a storyteller's novel told in a musical mode.
I just hear the planes launching above my head
and pray that no one is going to get killed.
Bonus material includes Green's covers of songs by the Beatles (``I Want to Hold Your Hand''), Jimmy Reed (``Baby, What's Wrong With You'') and Johnny Taylor (``I'll Be Standing By''), as well as Green rarities like ``Memphis, Tennessee,'' ``Nothing Impossible With Love,'' ``True Love,'' ``Ride, Sally, Ride'' (full-length version), ``Eli's Game,'' ``Listen,'' ``I Think It's for the Feeling'' and ``Up Above My Head
Indigo, purple, even red, Glittering high above my head
High it spins round and round, Tonight it is dark bursting with sound.
As the district court said in a prior proceeding involving these same defendants: That seal above my head
Just Above My Head
, 1996, finds the same fusion in a man just walking.
Hmmmmm, oh, the madness of flesh, it's faithful familiarity, the everturning appetite, licking wounds until they're graceful as resurrection, the way we'd glance shyly at each other when we rose or after rubbing one another's feet; one demulcent hand figuring out another thought, another tempting gift from yesterday into tomorrow past the absence of now, the voices of the hummingbird above my head
like a halo, soprano, everyone hearing but me.