That was the hardest part, I admit, but I had a kind of dark foreknowledge of what it would be like. Everything, from eating watermelon or going to the bathroom or just standing on a subway platform, lost in thought for a few minutes, or worrying about rain forests, would be affected, or more precisely, inflected by my new attitude. I wouldn't be preachy, or worry about children and old people, except in the general way prescribed by our clockwork universe.
John Ashbery, "My Philosophy of Life" (1995)
The fish has too many bones and the watermelon too many seeds.
Charles Reznikoff, "The Old Man" (1969)
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.
Charles Simic, "Watermelons" (1974)
To cut with a sharp knife a bright green watermelon on a big scarlet plate of a summer afternoon. Ah, is this not happiness?
Lin Yutang, The Importance of Living (1937), "Chin's Thirty-three Happy Moments", p. 134