G.I. Jane is one of those movies you don't have to pay much attention to in order to understand. Demi Moore goes into the Navy SEALS program, shaves her head, gets sabotaged, then comes back in the end to kick some government ass. It doesn't require a lot of brainpower to appreciate a muscular b**ch who knows how to shoot a gun. So I was shocked to realize, at the end of this movie, the poetry of G.I. Jane. As the closing credits approach, we see Demi reading a book of poetry given to her by her Master Chief, the dude who kicked her butt in training but whose life she saved on the battlefield. The poet - D.H. Lawrence. The featured poem? Below... Self-Pity I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. I find myself so moved by this little nugget of a poem. My periods of self-pity have waxed and wanned over the years. Since radiation began a month ago, I've been caught up in it. It's hard not to be obsessed with such blatant and raw pain. This poem, however, gives me a different perspective on my suffering, a point of comparison, a moment of meditation.