The poem "Folding Won Tons In" by Abraham Chang is about making Won Ton Soup. He describes how he seasons the pork, folds the won ton and then boils them, and tells step by step how he makes this soup. When he is making this soup, he constantly refers back to his mother and how she did it. My thoughts towards this poem are that it was interesting how he compared the won tons to many different things, such as the sun and newborns. Other than that, I did not think the poem was great. One poetic device the author uses in this poem is a simile when he says, "I line them up like newborns huddled together..." where the author compares the won tons to newborns using the word "like." Another poetic device used in this poem is a metaphor when the author says, "the color of the fat Sun in October..." where he compares the spoonfuls to the color of the sun in October without using the words "like" or "as." Lastly, this poem uses imagery, like when the author says, "I've seasoned the pork as I imagine my mother would - sesame oil, ginger, pepper, scallions chopped imperfectly..." where he makes you picture all these ingredients being put on to the pork. He describes them very clearly like when he says, "scallions chopped imperfectly..." Overall, I thought this poem was fine, but it was not my favorite.
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