{"author":"Anna Akhmatova","author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova","total_quotes":36,"quotes":[{"text":"Forgive me that I felt forsaken, That grief and angst was all I knew. Forgive me that I kept mistaking Too many other men for you.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["poetry","trust"],"id":12826,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["love","music"],"id":29014,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of north—and it's autumnI've chosen as this year's friend.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["autumn","fall","north"],"id":36160,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"I’m happy. But some beauty is nonesuch - The gently sloping path across the wood, The wretched bridge that’s just a little skewed And that, for which, I won’t be waiting much.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["poetry"],"id":53482,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"I've ceased to smile long ago, The bitter winds now chill my lips, Another hope was just let go, Another song was added since. Against my will, I'll cede this song To people's laughter and offense, Because love's silence for the soul Is too unbearably immense.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["hope","poetry","silence"],"id":63234,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"Let my heiress have full rights,Live in my house, sing songs that I composed.Yet how slowly my strength ebbs,How the tortured breast craves air.The love of my friends, my enemies' rancorAnd the yellow roses in my bushy garden,And a lover's burning tenderness—all thisI bestow upon you, messenger of dawn.Also the glory for which I was born,For which my star, like some whirlwind, soaredAnd now falls. Look, its fallingProphesies your power, love and inspiration.Preserving my generous bequest,You will live long and worthily.Thus it will be. You see, I am content,Be happy, but remember me.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["bequest","death","dying","inheritance"],"id":72678,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"Why is it that you still beguile me –As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["attraction","poetry"],"id":98938,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"A town loved with bitter love.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["bitter","love","poetry"],"id":122226,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping, And all my thoughts are innocent and pure.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["freedom"],"id":127980,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"},{"text":"But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday.","author":"Anna Akhmatova","tags":["memories","remember","remembering","sorrow","tears"],"id":141288,"author_id":"Anna+Akhmatova"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":36,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}