Jacques Charpentreau

Jacques Charpentreau (1928 -) is a French writer and poet.

Jacques Charpentreau was born with the Sables from Olonne. He was teacher, then French professor in the 13th district of Paris (college Mill-of-Meadows). Its work counts about thirty collections of poetries, of which " the fugitive" but also of the tales, the news, the tests and the dictionaries. He is an enthusiastic defender of poetry auprès and for youth, and from many poems of its feathers are learned in the schools. It governs the destinies of the " House of Poésie".

Some poems

the detergent

Each week, my parents,

Five aunts, ten uncles, twenty nieces,

Hundred cousins, of small, of large,

is had a presentiment of in the same part.

In the machine, they introduce

Thousand blouses and shirts,

A hundred and thousand slipways and pyjamas,

a million pairs of cloths.

Nylon, laces or rags,

Each week we have

This practice: we wash

Our linen dirty in family.

the school

In our city, there is

turns, houses per thousands,

Of the concrete, the blocks, of the districts,

And then my heart, my heart which beats,

Tout low.

In my district, there is

boulevards, avenues,

Of the places, roundabouts, streets,

And then my heart, my heart which beats,

Tout low

travels from There

When you to annoy me, I eclipse,

And, far from your apocalypse,

I sail, to visit

sea of Peace.

You tempêtez? I do not understand anything.

Without noise, at the bottom of the sky I slip.

the stars are my accomplices.

I eat a crescent. I am well.

You always can you annoy,

I am so far from your resentments!

Useless to seek me:

I am still in the moon.