I confess to having struggled with this theme. It is not that it is hard to find surprises in literature but there is so much. In the end I have returned to the endlessly inventive and original Emily Dickinson.
Some might argue that this is the opposite of surprise “apparently with no surprise…” but I think Dickinson is implying that the flower, scythed down by an unexpected Autumnal frost, ought to be surprised even if it isn’t. That is, that the sudden frost and its effect is surprising to her, if not to the flower.
Apparently with no Surprise – Emily Dickinson
Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved,
To measure off another day,
For an approving God.