Bronx Park East is a local station on the IRT White Plains Road Line of the New York City Subway. Located in the Bronx on White Plains Road at Bronx Park East, it is served by the 2 train at all times, and the 5 train during rush hours in the peak direction. This station has three tracks and two side platforms.
Old signs at the center exit stairs and have been painted over, but those on the southbound platform are still visible through the paint. Covered windows in the concrete wall are also present. The tiled mezzanine has windows and standard "Uptown" and "Downtown" mosaics. The mezzanine itself is made of stucco over concrete and is massive.
South of this station, one can view the IRT Dyre Avenue Line just off to the east. Continuing south, the Unionport Yard is also to the east past the connection to the Dyre Avenue Line. The East 180th Street Yard is to the west just prior to entering the next station, East 180th Street.
The 2006 artwork here is called B is for Birds in the Bronx by Candida Alvarez.
Famous quotes containing the words bronx, park, east, white, plains and/or road:
“who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery
to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children
brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain and drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,”
—Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926)
“and the words never said,
And the ominous, ominous dancing ahead.
We sat in the car park till twenty to one
And now I’m engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.”
—Sir John Betjeman (1906–1984)
“The very nursery tales of this generation were the nursery tales of primeval races. They migrate from east to west, and again from west to east; now expanded into the “tale divine” of bards, now shrunk into a popular rhyme.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“The white stretch
of its white beach,
curved as the moon crescent
or ivory when some fine hand
chisels it.”
—Hilda Doolittle (1886–1961)
“When I say artist I don’t mean in the narrow sense of the word—but the man who is building things—creating molding the earth—whether it be the plains of the west—or the iron ore of Penn. It’s all a big game of construction—some with a brush—some with a shovel—some choose a pen.”
—Jackson Pollock (1912–1956)
“The road to wisdom?—Well, it’s plain
and simple to express:
Err
and err
and err again
but less
and less
and less.”
—Piet Hein (b. 1905)