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Charles Simic

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Added by: Southerndeb
This is by far the very best watermelon poem I've ever read (but then, it might be the only one I've ever read).

Makes me think of the pick-up trucks parked ass-end out beside the road in July that are loaded with big green juicy striped soon-to-be cold watermelons. Yum.

I really love this poem.
Added by: samantha Masa
does not rythm but very creative and very good!
make more poems about watermelons and hurry i need them for a poetry proflie about watermelons! thanks,
sam ned them by tomorrow the 4-26-02
Poem, looking for complete lyricks
Added by: Robert Ellis
There was a watermelon a growing on a vine, and there was a pickaninny a watching all the time, and when that watermelon was a ripening in the sun, and the stripes along its jacket were growing one by one, That pickaninny stole it and toting it away, He ate the entire melon within a single day, he finished it with vim and that watermelon just up and finished him.
Added by: simic fan
this is a very simple poem, but it riquocets out in so many directions. its an explosive watermelon. i love the way his mind moves from buddha - itself an original idea - to smile and teeth. that's making the most of a metaphor! simic's world is completely his own, and i've never read a bad poem by him.
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Added by: Doug Martin-Whitaker
I am in my 40's now, but was told by an old neighbor of mine (who was in her 60's when I was a child) that her father had told her this poem when she was a small child (adding it all up, probably 90-100 years ago). The way she told me the poem was:
Dey was a watermelon, a-growin' in de vine
An' de was a pickaninny, a-watched it all de time.
An' when dat fruit was ripe an' droppin' from de vine,
An' all de stripes was grown wid all o' dem in line,
Dat pickaninny hooked it, an' toted it away
An' et dat watermelon, wid-in a single day.
He et de rind an pieces, and finished it wid vim,
An' den dat watermelon, jes up an finish him!

I don't know who originally wrote this, or if this is the "correct" original version of the poem, but it is how it was relayed to me in the 1960's. Hope this helps.
Added by: Sean Wayman
The poem is an extended metaphor based around the notion that watermelons are Buddhas. This image marries the sacred with the quotidian. The Buddha is of course a religious figure and watermelons are an everyday item one might buy, "on a fruit stand." The poem could thus be read as an interrogation of the distinctions we make between the commonplace and sacred. It could be interpreted as an insistence on the lack of utility of the distinction.
While the ideas of Buddhism give spiritual sustenance, the watermelons nourish our bodies. The Buddhas are "green", a colour that symbolises life. The poem seems to be challenging boundaries between the life of the body and the life of the spirit, making us see the commonalities between them in through the symbol of the watermelons.
The phrase, "we eat the smile/ and spit out the teeth" also seems to challenge the spiritual/physical distinction. The more positive word "smile" and the more physical word "teeth" are after all the same thing but the word which connotes the physical has less positive connotations. Again Simic is foregrounding the privileging of the spiritual over the physical and making us question whether it is wise.

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