Author Ben Jonson He smashed his hand in opening a door for her, and less pain than embarrassment shrieked through him. Concealing both, grimacing as if theatrically, he asked himself who he thought he was to go around opening doors for anyone, much less for her. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments