Burke Avenue is a local station on the IRT White Plains Road Line of the New York City Subway. Located in the Bronx at the intersection of Burke Avenue and White Plains Road, it is served by the 2 train at all times, and the 5 train during rush hours in peak direction.
This elevated station, opened on March 3, 1917, has three tracks and two side platforms. It was renovated in 2004-05 at a cost of approximately $12.2 million USD.
Both platforms have beige windscreens and red canopies with green outlines, frames, and support columns in the center and black, waist-high steel fences at either ends with lampposts at regular intervals. The windscreens have mesh fences at various points. The station signs are in the standard black name plates with white lettering.
This station has one elevated station house beneath the center of the platforms and tracks. Two staircases from each platform go down to a waiting area. The back of the token booth faces this crossunder with a steel fences on either side. On the Wakefield-bound side, there are two exit only turnstiles. On the Manhattan-bound side, there is an emergency gate and a bank of three turnstiles. Outside fare control, two staircases go down to the northwest and southeast corners of Burke Avenue and White Plains Road. The station house has windows.
The 2006 artwork here is called Bronx Literature by Béatrice Coron. It consists of stained glass panels on the platform windscreens featuring scenes from various works of literature written by four authors, Sholom Aleichem, James Baldwin, Nicholasa Mohr, and Edgar Allan Poe, all of whom have lived in or wrote about the Bronx.
Famous quotes containing the words burke, avenue, white, plains and/or road:
“To tax and to please, no more than to love and to be wise, is not given to men.”
—Edmund Burke (1729–1797)
“Along the avenue of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices
Of linen, go the chanting choristers,
The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . . .”
—D.H. (David Herbert)
“O, white pear,
your flower-tufts
thick on the branch
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.”
—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 hell is paved with works-in-progress.”
—Philip Roth (b. 1933)