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)
“Mrs. Mirvan says we are not to walk in [St. James’s] Park again next Sunday ... because there is better company in Kensington Gardens; but really, if you had seen how every body was dressed, you would not think that possible.”
—Frances Burney (1752–1840)
“Before I finally went into winter quarters in November, I used to resort to the north- east side of Walden, which the sun, reflected from the pitch pine woods and the stony shore, made the fireside of the pond; it is so much pleasanter and wholesomer to be warmed by the sun while you can be, than by an artificial fire. I thus warmed myself by the still glowing embers which the summer, like a departed hunter, had left.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Sometimes a musical phrase would perfectly sum up
The mood of a moment. One of those lovelorn sonatas
For wind instruments was riding past on a solemn white horse.
Everybody wondered who the new arrival was.”
—John Ashbery (b. 1927)
“The Plains are not forgiving. Anything that is shallow—the easy optimism of a homesteader; the false hope that denies geography, climate, history; the tree whose roots don’t reach ground water—will dry up and blow away.”
—Kathleen Norris (b. 1947)
“The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day....”
—Robert Frost (1874–1963)