With apologies to one of its newest winners, the times certainly are changing for the Swedish academy that awards the Nobel Prizes.

In awarding singer/songwriter Bob Dylan the Nobel Prize in Literature a week ago, the academy stirred up some controversy, at least in literary circles.

The academy embraced songwriting — or at least Dylan's — as poetry, which had never been done before. Some authors took to social media to pan the selection, while others expressed support for Dylan's choice.

Many American music fans gave their wholehearted approval to the academy's designation of Dylan's songs as poetry, and no doubt would do so with a host of other songs, regardless of genre or songwriter.

But Dylan's selection seems particularly appropriate, as the Minnesota native's lyrics more than most are perfectly capable of standing on their own as poetry.

From "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'" to "Like a Rolling Stone" and "Don't Think Twice It's Alright," Dylan has built a catalog of timeless tunes that resonate with young and old alike.

At 75, he continues to perform, record and please his fans. To date, though, he has remained silent on the Nobel Prize.

Dylan burst upon the music scene in 1961 in New York, when at age 20 he became the voice of the city's folk scene and its protest songs.

He changed and grew as a writer, singer and musician over the years, as one would expect, but some of those changes didn't please everyone.

When Dylan went electric in the mid-1960s he lost some of his folk fans, but gained a new audience steeped in rock 'n' roll.

The interesting thing about his songs is they seem equally good accompanied by a lone acoustic guitar and a harmonica as they do when he is backed by a full band.

That's when you know the songs are pure poetry, and so the Nobel Prize should come as no surprise.

One can only guess if Dylan eventually will tell us "How does it feel?" 

But in the meantime, he leaves us with many verses and choruses to savor, including this, from "Mr. Tambourine Man":

Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time

Far past the frozen leaves

The haunted frightened trees

Out to the windy bench

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky

With one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea

Circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate

Driven deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow